His footfalls left deep impressions in the soft riverbank. Even with mud welling up between his human toes, Caspian couldn't focus on anything beyond the pocket watch nestled in his protective, cold hands. He turned it over in his palms, ran his fingertips delicately over the intricate carvings in it's silver carapace.
It wasn't much - he'd just swiped it off the last body he'd devoured about a day ago. The fool was a Connlaothan who thought to challenge /his/ power... but the rainy night was Caspian's element, for sure, and the human didn't honestly stand a chance against such a powerful force of the Unseelie Court. They rarely managed to survive the wrath of the Caspian Sea.
The fae spirit in question was now merely walking along the edge of the river in the darkness of the lonely night, the wet state of his green-black hair bouncing back moonlight like shallow water. He wasn't particular on man-made items, but this... It was like a beautiful river stone that would never wear away against the currents. Plus, the soft 'tick tock' it emitted was admittedly soothing to the kelpie. He cradled the metal orb to his ear, angling his head against it much like a cat would it's owner's ankle.
He was becoming incredibly fond of the damned stupid watch. It was disarming him so much, he felt he might fall asleep.
So, it wasn't much surprise when Caspian ended his walk at the base of a nearby tree. It wasn't typical of kelpies to sleep above water, or to allow such vulnerability at all, but it was worth the risk. The waters here were choppy and loud, and the river rushed with a ferocity that threatened to whisk away the treasured watch. For extra measures, Caspian looped it's silver chain about his neck a couple of times until it was nearly uncomfortably wound there, and so the watch would rest lightly against his chest while he slept; rising and falling with his deep, even breaths.
Slumped against the base of the tree, he dozed off with his head bowed and his arms crossed lightly over his bare stomach. One could wonder, since Caspian /seemed/ a normal boy in this form, how he wouldn't freeze to death wearing naught but a pair of tattered pants outside at this time of night. Or maybe they'd just notice that the pants belonged to a man that had gone missing a day ago...
(( Sorry, it was kinda rushed. >< I didn't really know how to start! But I tried to make it easy for Tithe. x3 ))