That puts him at ease. His father’s answer appears to nurture no regret or other bitterness and that comforts him, indeed. It would seem there is no deprivation of freedom to speak of and thus no such deprivation to fear. Eldarion feels rather inane for having done so just then, but he decides against dwelling on it and only nods instead. He will consider it a lesson learned — and assume more are yet to come as they remain only amongst themselves for the next day or two.
Between unlatching satchels from the saddle, Eldarion catches the bow tossed his way. No sooner does he reach for the quiver suspended from the saddle still. ❛ Yes, let us do that. I hope my hope for some game will not prove idle, either … ❜ With this he pairs an almost boyish grin; he is only partially joking. Should a deer or even a hare cross their paths by chance, he would not be above overcoming the pity he would feel to ease his appetite.
He always did underestimate just what a day’s ride asks of his body. ❛ Let me take point this time, father, ❜ he leads nonetheless, strapping the quiver to his back. ❛ I am no longer the bumbling boy you last went on an expedition with! ❜
A keen eye watches for Eldarion’s response, and he is happy with it. His son is certainly maturing, and it pleases him to see. Far and long ago are those days when he had to watch over his son’s every move; he is quickly paving his own path, and he could not be more proud.
❝ I am certain we will find something, ❞ he chuckles, and he straightens himself, slinging the hunting bow over one shoulder and the quiver over another. Long ago, he had hunted with arrows he had crafted himself, made of rough-crafted arrows and raven feathers. These days, the arrows are fine and white-fletched, tipped with fine steel.
He starts to take the lead without thought — but those words cause him pause. A look is given back towards his son, and he doesn’t have to consider the request for long. ❝ Go ahead, ❞ says he, gesturing for him to move on in front. He offers no further advice, but his eye stays peeled at least.
The woods quickly grow thick and dark, but there are signs of wildlife abound. It is not difficult to pick up signs of their passing, but there are no immediate animals in sight; if there are any, they are in hiding, but that’s no so uncommon at this time. The most concerning thing, perhaps, is the way that as they walk further and further, it soon becomes keenly apparent that the wood is too silent; even the birds are deadly silent.
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