EAT SNOW

Sacha affection was something he'd grown used to as well, and he stood stoically while she tried to draw him from his grouchy shell. Once upon a time he might have pushed her away but now he only sighed. She did at last answer his question though, providing that he was simply not punctual when it came to 'adventure.' He scoffed, a harsh sort of laughter, but was amused all the same. "Oh, pardon me, your grace." He dipped into a low bow rife with mockery. "So sorry to have displeased you." And like that she was off again, lost amidst the snowy pillars. He wandered after her at a walk, gargantuan form following her pawsteps, taking one pace for every two of hers. He too marveled at the light playing throughout this alien landscape. It was beautiful, sure, but no less unsettling for all of that.

He brought his pace up to a trot when his sister called out for him. She'd managed to wander off father than he had expected, but he was able to overtake her soon enough. "It's like I'm your nanny. Honestly, what would the other knights say if they saw me having stooped so low?" Truth be told, the thought was honestly one that plagued him. He was hardly the hardened warrior he'd once been, hardly the fighter, the killer. He'd found his way among numerous bands of Ebony refugees and other mercenaries, and not a brute among them might have recognized him, if not for his immense appearance. He rolled his vivid eyes, and sought distraction. "Is there anything to eat around here?"