The bastard prince found himself at home on the mountain again, unwilling to complain about it. Limited heat and limited humidity would make life easier for him, easier for his sister too. The pair were beginning to thrive once more, despite the harsh environment. If he's not pushing himself, he's not trying hard enough. Erik is convinced of that much.
A half step behind his father, they meet the strangers at the bottom of the mountain. Curiously, his gaze traces over both visitors. The man first, though it rests for a long moment on the woman. Taking her in, curious. Right, it would be rude to stare. Gaze bouncing back to the man, grateful his father has spoken for him this time. All Erik needs to do is watch, is wait. What business did they have on the mountain?
"Speech"
Warning: posts from this character often involve body horror.
Erik has a Norwegian forest cat that is assumed with him at all times.
