Chasing Scars

It had been six days since they had raced through the ruins together, and Kalt was more than thrilled with himself. He had watched her afterwards, seeing the frustration wear away eventually, turning into a light skip in her step for the days to follow. Needless to say, he took that as a direct compliment to his skills as a trainer. It was about time they did it again. Of course, he couldn't let her get used to the terrain. That would become too easy, too predictable. No, this time he was taking her to the woodlands. Earlier that day, he tacked a note to her door... Woodlands. Dusk. Don't be late, AiB. Because of some of the unexpected close encounters he had with Ashetta last time, Kalt took a few extra precautions to keep his identity hidden. First, he ditched his tunic this time. She had already taken a bite out of it last time, and he didn't feel like fixing it again. Instead, he wore the green uniform he very rarely sported. It hugged his body nicely and still provided him with a hood for anonymity, while covering any marks and scars that might lend a clue to who he was. He waited by the edge of the woodlands, tying a brown handkerchief around the bottom half of his face, having already painted the upper half black before leaving his house. He was leaning against a tree, his hood already lifted over his head and arms folded over his chest. Crystalline eyes watched the sun slowly descend, casting haunting shadows over the heavily wooded lands. Any moment now. Kalt smirked under his handkerchief, narrowing his eyes. kalt give into the night.