Deepwood Weald we sip the wind through lips alive

He continued forward once she had caught sight of him, his steps easy along the brambles that had plagued her even now. It was quite a predicament to be in, but not impossible enough that she was doomed to be trapped forever—she had managed to bypass the worst of it. He too had found himself in such a state before here and not long ago; the weald would hold her secrets until he was deemed worthy to know them.

"It's a modest forest," he answered as he observed a couple more offending barbs. "Though apparently it holds the distinction of being difficult. I haven't thought of it that way of course, but I have spent my fair share of time here." He offered her a smile, as if charm could improve the dourness cloaking her features.

"Would you like some help? You've a barb caught near your ear."

sorry for the wait! ♡