Aeruthuil blinks, snapping out of his daydream. Shifting a little in his spot he watches as Laurëa shows sign of movement, in his hand his notebook turned to a page he had been drawing on.
He holds his breath, the large hound Cormac walking past him and away. Quickly he shifted his attention back towards the woman as he grabs his stuff together as fast as he could, without making too much noise, as she already wandered towards the road.
Aeruthuil's eyes then turn down towards the book dropped in the grass and picks it up, stashing the item away in a small bag as he went to trail after the girl from the treeline.
They had been trailing after the Caravan for days now, still he did not wish to come out and ask her why. He figured that staying hidden, for now, would be wise. Aeruthuil stretches his back with a low grunt, and kicks at a twig in his pace. His eyes ever watching the young hooded woman, but even when they closed he could see still see her before him without trying.
((Artwork done by me, for Raedda))
