#*faunalyn amaranthae

[kieranargent]

@faunalynamaranthae

The sun was high and Kieran set out to wander through the few stores they had in the town to look for odds and ends that might help them on their journey. There was limited space, certainly, but Kieran knew how to pack efficiently and to keep only what was absolutely necessary. That and it was a chance to clear his thoughts a bit—he’d worked himself into a bit of a state once he’d learned what happened to Wulf. Even as the thought came up again, Kieran shook his head to clear it.

He spotted Faunalyn just as he left the inn and wandered over. “I was going to look around for supplies…” he said carefully. “Would you … like to come with?”

[kieranargent]

@faunalynamaranthae – ( camp, night 1 )

Though the day had been pleasantly warm, a chill settled over the camp that night and Kieran was grateful for the blanket wrapped around his shoulders and the banked embers that radiated heat.

He’d set his bedroll near Faunalyn’s when they’d stopped. Of all the members of their group, it was the ancient ones that intrigued him the most—the elves, the wizard, hell, even Brego. How much had they seen? Cities built and razed; generations of humans born and dead; the rise and fall of the world’s tide. Kieran could hunt and track and fight if need be, but imagine what he could do with hundreds of years of experience. It was equal parts fascinating and unsettling.

So. Faunalyn. He glanced carefully at her out of the corner of his eye before glancing back at the fire and wrapping the blanket around himself tighter.

“Should get a bit warmer soon, I think,” he murmured, quiet enough so that Faunalyn might have missed it.