Once they're on their way through the Wyldlands, Syrlya takes to the front of the group to keep an eye out on the ground floor while others scout from the sky. At times, this means disappearing under a veil to check difficult territory--but he always notifies a Supervisor before he goes out of sight.
His alertness doesn't ease when they stop to set up camp for the waning day. While others unfurl rolls and rations, Syrlya stays close to the edge with his eyes set on the distance. When he eats it's quick, sparing snacking before he's back to acting as guard and conferring with other lookouts.
[Rest]
He can't actually stand up and awake forever, though. A few times during the nights, sometimes only for a few minutes, he's seated closer to the center of the group. He doesn't stop looking up and out at the peripheral, but he can at least be caught off duty enough to have a conversation.
[Shrooms]
Syrlya can't sense poison, specifically, but he can put together clues between the sense of hostility coming from most of the mushrooms and the lack of fleshy wildlife around them.
"Be careful what you touch," he warns glancing back. "These fungus are not friendly, and we do not know what they can transfer, or now."
Sure, okay, the fungus isn't friendly. It makes sense to him.
SYRLYA | 134+ | OTA
Once they're on their way through the Wyldlands, Syrlya takes to the front of the group to keep an eye out on the ground floor while others scout from the sky. At times, this means disappearing under a veil to check difficult territory--but he always notifies a Supervisor before he goes out of sight.
His alertness doesn't ease when they stop to set up camp for the waning day. While others unfurl rolls and rations, Syrlya stays close to the edge with his eyes set on the distance. When he eats it's quick, sparing snacking before he's back to acting as guard and conferring with other lookouts.
[Rest]
He can't actually stand up and awake forever, though. A few times during the nights, sometimes only for a few minutes, he's seated closer to the center of the group. He doesn't stop looking up and out at the peripheral, but he can at least be caught off duty enough to have a conversation.
[Shrooms]
Syrlya can't sense poison, specifically, but he can put together clues between the sense of hostility coming from most of the mushrooms and the lack of fleshy wildlife around them.
"Be careful what you touch," he warns glancing back. "These fungus are not friendly, and we do not know what they can transfer, or now."
Sure, okay, the fungus isn't friendly. It makes sense to him.