"Indeed, it certainly fits all the tropes." Raj says as he squeezes Quentin's hand once. It's to reassure them both that this isn't a nightmare. Just a set back. Raj starts walking towards the forest. It looks like any forest in the depths of winter, some branches are bare and the evergreens are as lush and green as they will be all year long.
He sticks to the shadows cast by the trees under the silvery moon's light. Even a little shadow is cover even if he can't use them to travel the roads. The snow is thick enough to get up past his feet but not enough to impede them. October always says the lands are alive.
He had been in the deeper lands and felt how unwelcoming they were. This feels different. This lands seems to want people to walk it. "...this doesn't feel like the deeper lands did. Or even...the last inlet we were in. It's..." He struggles for the right words and settles on just being vague. "Nicer."
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Date: 2019-12-17 04:33 am (UTC)He sticks to the shadows cast by the trees under the silvery moon's light. Even a little shadow is cover even if he can't use them to travel the roads. The snow is thick enough to get up past his feet but not enough to impede them. October always says the lands are alive.
He had been in the deeper lands and felt how unwelcoming they were. This feels different. This lands seems to want people to walk it. "...this doesn't feel like the deeper lands did. Or even...the last inlet we were in. It's..." He struggles for the right words and settles on just being vague. "Nicer."