March 17, 2018, 09:14 PM
ironsea, he notes, his gaze briefly casting west as if placing a mental marker. "ironsea," samothes repeats briskly, lifting himself up to head back into the forest. "it was -- certainly something, meeting you, engel. do take care." the last part is called over his shoulder, making his way back into the bleeding lines of the trees, mildly irritated about the whole affair -- but isn't that always the way when dear samaantine is involved.