The soft babble of the brook was peaceful, the day was calm, and the air clear.
Some might have called him crazy, for following such notions, and perhaps he was. However, Jadon swore he could feel something calling to him, here in these mountains. A place, a hidden oasis, he’d seen once before in his visions. Not the lake he’d been at previously, either.
Doubts nagged at him, reminding Jay of what had almost happened the last time he had been here. However, this time around, with a rejuvenated spirit and the weather warming, he was sure he could find what he sought.
Smiling slightly to himself, the wanderer dipped his head down for a drink, and then cast a look back at the ground he'd covered. He'd made it a long ways, but there was still plenty to go.