Are
The laugh made him jump. An errant twitch at the hollow expression of joy. He knew that sound, all the things where there, but it all lacked a certain sheen. Hirdmen that had seen far too much, scarred in both body and soul, they too had that lack of something. A shiver went down the cobblers spine as he understood, that there, at that very moment, irregardless of armor, weapons, stature and determination. He was just a very small cobbler in a very big, dark forest. One filled to the brim with uncertainties and evil things on their way to do evil deeds, and with Are's luck, he'd be just enough in the way to get hurt. Even with the thought of hungry wolves and angry Fae to keep him company, he couldn't shake the feeling that the one he should about the most was just a few steps from him. Like a wolf herding a roedeer towards a sudden drop.
Even as he was returned to reality, leaving his racing thoughts to stew on top a flame of fear. Smoldering and bubbling, sending little puffs of ice-cold panic through him at every noise louder than the rustling leaves. Focus. Are tried to recall what Wessex had been saying, something about the Fae and them sneaking around in the bushes. "Mhm..." was all he could muster through clenched teeth, pre-occupied with having his eyes dart around from shadow to shadow. Ears waiting for the muffled creak of a bow being drawn, and again that glint in the periphery as an arrow was leveled with his head.
Gods! It was just a sliver of moonlight on a puddle of water. Another shudder as tensions eased, knuckles returning from white and lungs drawing shaky, greedy breaths. "I wouldn't know, but seems safer assuming danger. Or at least threat." he grumbled, almost whispering, as if his heavy steps through the underbrush wouldn't already had alerted any would be assailant of his presens. "You know where we're going, right?" he asked tentatively. "And the way back..." the pretend-warrior added, whispering more to himself than to anyone else.
Even as he was returned to reality, leaving his racing thoughts to stew on top a flame of fear. Smoldering and bubbling, sending little puffs of ice-cold panic through him at every noise louder than the rustling leaves. Focus. Are tried to recall what Wessex had been saying, something about the Fae and them sneaking around in the bushes. "Mhm..." was all he could muster through clenched teeth, pre-occupied with having his eyes dart around from shadow to shadow. Ears waiting for the muffled creak of a bow being drawn, and again that glint in the periphery as an arrow was leveled with his head.
Gods! It was just a sliver of moonlight on a puddle of water. Another shudder as tensions eased, knuckles returning from white and lungs drawing shaky, greedy breaths. "I wouldn't know, but seems safer assuming danger. Or at least threat." he grumbled, almost whispering, as if his heavy steps through the underbrush wouldn't already had alerted any would be assailant of his presens. "You know where we're going, right?" he asked tentatively. "And the way back..." the pretend-warrior added, whispering more to himself than to anyone else.
