Ravensblood Forest palm to palm is holy palmer's kiss

no sign of thelxiope - her scent seems weaker, and he worries. perhaps their little band is drifted further than samothes initially assumed. there is no point in longing, though he hopes it is temporary and that the lovely druid will return to them. he values her companionship quite a bit (and her skill.) instead samothes is rewarded by the presence of their umbra'd leader - a boon indeed. a smile curves his mouth as he lowers his head in returned greeting, murmuring, "constantine."

again he thinks of what he said to spot, and straightens himself, head tilting slightly. "it's rather quiet," he says, motioning around them (though whether he means their grouping or the forest itself he leaves ambiguous). "how have you been?" the scholar asks. he has not seen the shadowy man since thelxiope and snowe's arrivals, and now both of them seem to have wandered into the cold. he hopes it will not be a trend for the rest of them as the temperature drops by the day.