The Sentinels yet dawn is ever the hope of men

@Mona <3

The ruined forest had drawn his attention the moment he laid eyes on it. The Mayfair knew at a glance it was dangerous territory; any of the trees still standing could crash down at random, fragile as they were. He was undeterred. Wasn't the world meant to be explored, after all? Something told him the place had a story, as well— unlikely as he was to find it now, he was eager to observe the piece of history. Even if he was not a part of it.
Cortland moved delicately through the dead, ashen territory. He imagined it must have been beautiful, once; he pictured the towering trees in their full glory, lined proudly along the coast. Perhaps it had been perfect. Now, it was only a ghost— barren and unwelcoming, but easily interesting enough to distract the sunset boy from recent events. That was good enough for him.