He who lived on the run. Beyron hadn't known a life of social comforts in over a year, maybe longer. Slipped into solitude when he cut ties with the world he hardly knew its current state; hardly cared. For now he stayed on the move, not really finding contentment in any of the locations he lingered and this was no different. The forest did offer a lush sort of living, plenty of food and of course the lake which he would come to visit often.
But it was cold here. Much too cold. He'd need to make his way further south in hopes of warmer weather but knew he'd be giving up the crystal waters for wetlands and murk. The man sighed inwardly as he absently drew from the curtain of evergreens, rolling his shoulders to get the shawl on his back to lay more comfortably standing at the waters edge he leaned down for a drink when a figure of bright gold encroached his view.
Beyron squinted as he rose his head, as if he was adjusting his eyes to sunlight. he watched the girl as she padded along the edge of the lake slowly closing the space between her and his dark figure. Sighing, he assessed his options, blue eyes shifting over his right shoulder to an escape route and before playing around with any other options he moved to take it. Pivoting to follow his makeshift path as if he'd not seen her at all. It had been a good two weeks since he'd gotten roped into any socializing and he wasn't trying to lose his streak yet.