the curse
02-02-2020, 09:19 PM
It was easy to let his worried thoughts cloud his mind these last few days, ever since he'd told Theory about his talk with Ignis. Winterfell was coming to raid them... though Ignis had promised it was merely part of a bargain that they'd struck, that they really meant no harm and that they wouldn't be taking anyone prisoner or really trying to hurt anyone, it still stung. They were supposed to be allies, weren't they? Surely Theory wouldn't strike against an ally as part of a bargain? But then again, he'd said it was to rescue someone's boyfriend...
Corvus wasn't sure how to feel about it, but he was far from happy about the news. And regardless of the outcome, he felt he ought to be prepared. Lately his scouting missions near the borders had turned more into running sessions; making sure he was working on his endurance seemed like a good way to occupy his spare time, just in case. That was precisely what he was doing today when he came across Twig's scent, which almost instantly threw his one-tracked mind off course. He hadn't seen her in a few days and he'd been wondering what she'd been doing.. maybe now was a good time to catch up.
By the time he reached her, navigating quickly through the plains, he was full-on panting. It took him a moment to regain his breath before he realize that she wasn't just sitting and enjoying the scenery. She looked downright depressed - were those tears in her eyes? - and immediately he feared the worst. Clearly she wasn't alright. Was she injured? Had someone hurt her? Obvious worry wove itself onto his features as he moved closer, tentatively leaning to bump his nose into her shoulder before pulling away and assessing her features more closely. "Twig, what's going on?"
Corvus wasn't sure how to feel about it, but he was far from happy about the news. And regardless of the outcome, he felt he ought to be prepared. Lately his scouting missions near the borders had turned more into running sessions; making sure he was working on his endurance seemed like a good way to occupy his spare time, just in case. That was precisely what he was doing today when he came across Twig's scent, which almost instantly threw his one-tracked mind off course. He hadn't seen her in a few days and he'd been wondering what she'd been doing.. maybe now was a good time to catch up.
By the time he reached her, navigating quickly through the plains, he was full-on panting. It took him a moment to regain his breath before he realize that she wasn't just sitting and enjoying the scenery. She looked downright depressed - were those tears in her eyes? - and immediately he feared the worst. Clearly she wasn't alright. Was she injured? Had someone hurt her? Obvious worry wove itself onto his features as he moved closer, tentatively leaning to bump his nose into her shoulder before pulling away and assessing her features more closely. "Twig, what's going on?"
