Sunset Valley fortune days

There was something intriguing about her. What it was in exact measures he could not yet place, but perhaps it was not too far of a stretch to suggest that he was often intrigued by others. Especially those that ventured out on days with inclement weather, but that was par for course in the cusp of changing seasons. He was not particularly surprised by her answer, but it did not stray too far from his own; scouting and exploration may as well have gone hand in hand.

Either way, the exchange of information was good.

"Not at all," he answered. All of this was uncharted territory, not a thing familiar yet as he had begun to walk unknowningly back into lands he had ventured from. "How fares the path ahead? Anything washed out yet?" And he hoped not, though it had not rained endlessly or torrentially—a delay however would sour him—the earth was just as prone to shifting when it wanted to as the weather.