Dagnir3

From Reydala

To be perfectly honest, he didn't exactly approve of his newly created armor's look. However, he knew it would get better once he had time to trim it with other things to make it more comfortable. He would get some fur to line different places, and perhaps some cloth material to help cover the grainy look of the wood. It would take a while, but eventually it would be done. When it was, it would be fantastic. Dagnir had heard of enchantments that would allow the armor to benefit him in wild shape, but he had never come across someone who could have done that until now. He definitely would have to remember that. Now, all that is left is to rebuild. Dagnir whispered out a spell while he walked. The quiet syllables blended into the soft hush of the snow crushing under his feet, and when he came upon a tree, he extended his hand outwards and stepped into it. Time to go back to the grove.

When he emerged, he was rushed with the distinct sensation of familiarity. It was the overwhelming nausea that accompanied nostalgia and a longing for things past, which made his heart jump at the sight of the trees. There was no other way to describe it. He was home, and as much as he had been yearning for this moment, Dagnir felt as if something still was not right. Surely it must be that the grove was devastated, and he planned to commit himself fully to rebuilding it.