@warplanet sent: can we go, please?
it was getting colder. the twins were better off this winter than the last, though vax'ildan had to admit that something about this one felt different. it felt severe, harsh. the shelter they'd happened upon felt too good to be true — and he couldn't tell if he was thankful for it yet, but vex'ahlia felt the same
“ yes, let's. ” they didn't have much to pack up. one of the perks of living off the streets and whatever the land could provide, he supposed. something weighs heavily in his chest as he ensures his knives are strapped to his waist and he exits the cave opening, turning back to look at it as they walk away. “ did you notice anything strange about that place, sister? ”











