Belril
Every day's a challenge
But I always seem to get through
But I always seem to get through
A small frown appeared on Belril's face, silent for a few moments before assuming it was 'adult stuff' that was bothering Aisha. "I think I can do that," Belril said before moving with the shovel to begin moving the snow into a pile on one side that could be moved by wheelbarrow. Hopefully, the snow around the portal will at least be parted enough for people to leave and enter once more, he figured, as he began to work up a small sweat.
"...what do you think we'll see once we get back?" he finally asked after a few piles of snow was made by shoveling. "Do you think everyone survived?" He then lifted his gaze towards Aisha, stopping the work for a moment to focus his eyes on her. He was admittedly worried, and it was probably clear on his face, but at the same time...he was also hopeful. Hopeful that this was the last time the Hollowed Grounds had to deal with the nightmare that had apparently plagued the lands, as far as Belril heard.
"...what do you think we'll see once we get back?" he finally asked after a few piles of snow was made by shoveling. "Do you think everyone survived?" He then lifted his gaze towards Aisha, stopping the work for a moment to focus his eyes on her. He was admittedly worried, and it was probably clear on his face, but at the same time...he was also hopeful. Hopeful that this was the last time the Hollowed Grounds had to deal with the nightmare that had apparently plagued the lands, as far as Belril heard.
Each day's a balancing act
Of good and bad events
Of good and bad events
