status: closed for @seraphinacalder location: the castle of the isle ruins timeframe: late november, an usually warm saturday afternoon
In hindsight, the weather wasn’t exactly the best for a picnic, but Soren had been pleased to see the faint hint of sunshine peeking out from behind the clouds that brought in the chilly breezes and overcast weather. He’d wondered if this was how it always was here, gray and dreary, and if it was like that everywhere.
The sea was so bright, beautiful, and colorful, in so many places - even the dark areas were teaming with life and activity.
“Wow, so this is it, huh?” He remarked, perhaps unnecessarily, after their short trek to the site of the old castle. It was... more broken, than he’d pictured, but it still looked cool. Almost like a shipwreck, and he smiled at that; the moss over stone & log felt like the closest glimpse of ‘home’ in awhile. Of course, he’d attempted swimming without his fur, but the water was jarring and cold, and nothing like he knew, so he hadn’t tried since. “It shouldn’t rain or anything... but want to set up under some cover or something? I made some really tasty-smelling food, too, by the way. Um, I hope you like fish.”