It's Quiet Outside

Artorias pursed his lips into a tight line and gave a low hum of agreement when his sister mentioned how horrible the never-ending winter had been. He, too, was ready for the sun and warmth to return to the world. By now, he had figured out that this was definitively NOT what spring was supposed to be like, but it was such a stark contrast from the lovely fall world he and his siblings had first walked out into, with bright sunshine, warm air, and beautifully colored trees. Winter had brought nothing death and despair with it; he hated winter now. He just prayed that the warm days of summer that had been promised to them for their first birthdays would not also be stolen away by the accursed ice age.

Gwyn's lack of specificity for herbs beyond yarrow—which he had no idea what yarrow even was, mind you—gave him little to work off of. That was fine though, he was mostly here as security and to check out the lands anyway. Gwyn could handle herself when it came to flower picking. Artorias stopped at the crest of the ridge, peering around at all the fossils laid bare and strewn across the craggy terrain. They would have to be careful here; one wrong step could sprain an ankle or slide down a drop. "Mind your footing around here, Gwyn," he cautioned her while slowly descending from the ridge toward some flatter terrain. Overhead, Corbin swooped down to glide a few feet over the ground, dipping around fossils and skeletons to try and find any threats hiding out of view from the wolves.

"Anything I can be doing to help?" he asked backwards over his shoulder to his sister. "What does yarrow look like? Actually... what does any useful plant look like?" He was deliberately trying to avoid talking about the situation back at the castle. They both needed a break from the gloom, and they didn't need to be thinking about it right now.


"Artorias" | Thoughts | "Corbin"