Dragoncrest Cliffs i was born a dreamer

Arlo isn’t down for long before he hears the beginning of Eske’s pacing growing closer and closer to him. The sounds of her repeated footfalls against the frozen ground kept him from falling in to slumber but he doesn’t seem to mind it too much. The rhythm feels calming, or so he’ll tell himself, and he focuses on it in order to pass the time. When she complains about the situation, he struggles to keep himself composed and fight the laughter that bubbles beneath his lips. He clenches his jaws together to keep from exposing himself and retightens his limbs inward.

Eventually, he hears her take a few steps outside of the pacing and the crunching is louder. One ear twitches as she speaks. “Yes,” he mumbles through a half-dozed off state. Slowly, he opens one golden eye and then a second, followed by picking up his head as his gaze settles on her face. What little he knows about Eske is enough to give him the conclusions he needed. Her impatience can hurt her in the field. He knows little about her training and what they’ve accomplished so far and still she is young. Arlo is far from ever considering her a mentor but, maybe, they can share a few things.