said i was the best simultaneously the worst
There’s always something about this season in the Barrows specifically – where it feels like he’s being watched. It’s probably true, given the immense amount of spirits lingering around the area especially during Leafchange with all the graves and mausoleums. For now, though, Thorn’s on his own little trek, one that was originally intending to take him to the Refuge when a familiar face distracts him.
The yellow rain jacket she wears is one that stands out against the dull background of mist and fog and green rolling hills. Thorn himself is sporting a leather jacket, a cloth hood over his head that hardly blots out much of the rain but at least his torso remains warm and dry from the leather. “Noe!” He calls out as he sees her digging into her pack, rushing over toward his friend with a crooked smile to see her here. “I didn’t know you were gonna be out this way. What’cha up to?” Whatever he had in the Refuge could wait.
The yellow rain jacket she wears is one that stands out against the dull background of mist and fog and green rolling hills. Thorn himself is sporting a leather jacket, a cloth hood over his head that hardly blots out much of the rain but at least his torso remains warm and dry from the leather. “Noe!” He calls out as he sees her digging into her pack, rushing over toward his friend with a crooked smile to see her here. “I didn’t know you were gonna be out this way. What’cha up to?” Whatever he had in the Refuge could wait.
Hawthorn
and best case scenario, i should be cursed
