Lost Creek Hollow girl you party all the time

eye emojis @ you. whispers you got Xan’s 600th post, woohoo

With the sinking of the sun he found himself needing to move. Not far, not beyond the mountains, but somewhere outside of the valley’s walls. He wandered aimlessly, having nowhere in particular to go, and noticing a moment too late that he was getting closer to Easthollow. The realisation made him stop and evaluate, considering proceeding, before altering his path just slightly enough to take him passed his sister’s pack; he wasn’t ready to visit her again, and figured it was too late, anyways. Surely, she’d be tending to her children at this time.

Before long he was beneath the coverage of the trees, meandering through the territory with mild curiosity. He wasn’t familiar with the place, knowing just enough to not be too wary upon entering it; it was uninhabited, plagued not by anyone that he’d need to worry about. It was not, however, empty—and this he realised soon after his entry, the soft crunch of snow underfoot preparing him even before he’d seen the perfectly toasted marshmallow that was the woman.

Rather than changing his path again, he continued towards her. And the closer he got, he let out a sharp chuff to catch her attention, though no other greetings were given—no point in wasting his breath on words if she wasn’t even interested in talking.