╼ ༺ :| Perhaps it was cruel limiting the sounds of her movements, holding her tongue when speech was not necessary. Chance was the minute brush of curls against her jacket were the louder than the fall of steel against the grass. Beatrix would occasionally check how her company faired, both curious and wary.
Time came where her boots abruptly did stop against stone, a breath across her lips as if deciding her own next course of actions. “Few beasts roam, yet no others walk the fields as I can see.” Her gaze turned skyward to a machine swimming through the clouds, the roar of its engines faintly heard. No doubt Ignis could hear it as well. She continued on to finish Ignis a colorless painting. “Where the airship has descended will require at least another day’s journey, provided it does not take to the sky again before we reach destination. There is no guarantee those you and I seek are aboard. Yet alternatively, there is a castle half the distance another way.”
“Where does your desire lie?”
@cookignis