ARCANARUM LOGS

Character/s: Renne; anybody
Time: Tuesday, August 30 -- Late Morning
Location: Arcanarum; The Forest's Edge
Summary: Renne's walking and got his cane, thanks to Minato. Now, with a first step toward "man"hood, Renne sets his mind on his ultimate goal: Finding the local authority and discovering what's wrong with him and why.


He'd finally finished his cane.

Amid figuring out how to properly repay Minato for his assistance, Renne gives the thing a final tactile once-over. Smooth, good. Straight, good. Solid, good. Now, the tip...His fingers flick the improvised roller he'd fashioned out of a stone and some strands of his hair. That part had hurt quite a bit but it proves to be worth it so far, given how strong his people's hair tends to be.
Now, the moment of truth.

Although he blocks his mind from thinking about ...him... Renne recites the rules he'd learned and had kept beloved in his mind despite the taint that had come upon them. Gods are after all, wise in their own ways. Steady breaths, a rhythmic recitation of "The Rules" and Renne slowly but surely rises to stand on two feet once more.

His posture might be odd and his digitigrade manner might frighten some (Even in Rhy'Din his appearance had done so), but he stands straight up for the first time since the Great Betrayal.

Renne Arc'err almost smiles, a step closer to growing up than he might comprehend.