April 07, 2018, 03:57 PM
feeling a familiar need to seek isolation, tindome's knight slips from the borders, making his way east where he's yet to tread. he still does not know whether to find tindome's silence comforting or worrisome (and he's yet to discover the children's indiscretion at sunspire, which might spike his anxiety). taking a deep breath delight steadies himself: one step at a time, one day at a time, he'll fumble through.
along the mountain range he wanders. unlike the tuktus the mountain takes longer to travel so he does not try to go far until he finds the deepset cavern, and curiously lowers himself into it. if he had an eye for plants he might find the strange, hesitant spring blooms more intriguing, but mostly he likes the feeling it provides, even more secluded than the vale. his intrigue wins out over seperate anxiety as the morwinyon begins to tread deeper into the cavern, thinking of bringing queenie with him next time -- she'd surely get a kick out of this little hideaway.