sip on moonlight

Indigo carried Duchess along without complaint, she weighed nothing compared to the sled he pulled from Auster to the castle. A burden, in both cases, he was happy to bear. She was so warm against his back, a constant reminder he wasn’t alone. His mind remained focused heavily on their surroundings. He hadn’t relaxed, he was stiff and on high alert. Anything could be out there, and he couldn’t afford another round. Not with his precious cargo or his own state.

His voice carried out as he crossed over the border and into the hallows, though he didn’t stop. At this point finding the strays was becoming habit, and he wondered if his grandmother could guess exactly what he was doing. Again. Indigo made his way to the guest halls, close to where the general herb storage was set up. The rooms were comfortable, and the one he chose had a bright window to allow the sunlight in. However close evening was getting.

Indy lowered himself to the plush furs to allow Duchess to make herself comfortable. ”Is your cheek the only injury you have?” He asked her softly, ignoring the ache of his own features and the blood hardening to his pelt.