You hear soft footsteps on the snow outside, due to the calm atmosphere in the forest--it could be easily heard.
The figure seemed to be walking aimlessly, perhaps, don't know where to go. They seem to be nitpicking on a small communicator in their hands, but perhaps due to how much they were pressing it; it might be jammed.
They seemed to have given up as they put it in the pockets of their oversized track jacket and continued walking.
* [ @ask-ruined ]
The tall ender's ears twitched as they picked up sound. it was a calm evening in the small cottage. the snow seemed to be slowing down, just ever so slightly. ranboo blew some dust away from one of his books, stilling himself as he strained his ears. it was the sound of footsteps, distanced but hesitant. whoever was here, wasn't supposed to be here.
ranboo was very used to tracking footsteps. noticing different patterns. the ones who's footsteps were firm and quick - had something important to share. the others who were hesitant and slow, were secretive and cautious.
on edge, ranboo pressed his back to the wall behind him. staring out the small widow, he placed the book on the small bedside table beside him, eyes fixated on the figure a little bit away from the house. unsure of the intentions of the visitor, the ender quickly reached the bedroom door, quickly walking down the stairs and towards the front door.
multicolour eyes scanned over the set of armour, placed neatly at the front door. he quickly grabbed his sword, opening the door and walking out.
"Do you need something?" ranboos voice was loud, wanting to catch the attention of the newcomer. their hand, settled firmly on the base handle of their sword beside their leg. they raised one hand over their eyes, trying to get a better view.
"what are you doing here?" their voice was loud. the snow was picking up again. snowflakes falling down quicker and quicker as each moment passed. ranboo stayed still, feet planted by the door. each second that went by, had the ender more curious about the new being.
