We Can Plan if we Make it

Absinth didn’t actually have anything she couldn’t travel without, keeping herself unburdened by supplies was a blessing and a curse; either way she didn’t dwell on it. Aresenn certainly had a few things that were worthy of bringing along judging by the small bag he carried, but the contents were unknown to her. Smelled like bear meat though.

They had made it to the neighboring territory, a place Absinth had poked around a bit yet had never gone this far in. It was liberating to be free to travel like this, and she fell into step with him, casting a glance to her side as he began to speak. His father held a pack here long ago, within the pines they now cut through on their trip. She made certain to hang onto his every word, since Aresenn was not always going to be so.. Open. Though, by the wording, it sounded as though he had not been a witness to this Incendium. She hummed, returning her gaze forward as they walked- mulling over the information before she spoke again. “Ah, so close to being a prince.” She grinned playfully, not at all mockingly; just making sure the topic stayed as light as she could manage. But still, she was curious for more details. “What was their code of conduct?” He had told her of being a pirate, of chaos without purpose; so what was his father’s pack like?
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