the wind brings new change

It appeared that the oddities of their world would not settle. As if life wanted to keep him on his toes for the time being. After being comforted by Sverre from the trauma that came from the Menagerie incident, Kuroo had been ready to head south toward home. Willing to take his time and get to know Sverre a bit better, the boy was almost annoyed, if not worried, about the swirling fog that began covering all of the lands. With it came quiet whispers of a feast and altars that would need to be decorated. After the slight but not detrimental experience of the Long Night and the murderous rampage of Menagerie and others, Kuroo didn't want to take any chances.

Having stopped for the night in Cedar Falls, he awoke that morning with the urge to seek out one of the altars or at least find something to prepare for the upcoming feast. Nestled within the embrace of Sverre, Kuroo stretched just enough to slip out of the hold in hopes that he wouldn't wake the larger man. Pulling himself up onto all fours, his pale gaze glanced around the trees and mist. Something prickled at the back of his mind that not everything was alright. His expression crumpled slightly as he took a few steps toward the direction he felt something calling him in. Letting out a huff, he gave his head a shake and glanced back to Sverre. Maybe they could find something good enough at the falls to bring if they could even find one of the altars...

"Speech"