Jade Fern Grove all that remains of you is a crackle of your energy

Takes place on the 19th, midday.

Lily-whites cascades from the sky. Far calmer than the day before. Where there are grades and valleys in the land, much snow has accumulated. It impedes as there are no trodden paths yet. His expedition north has come to a halt. He'll haunt this grove for now.

There is much here, lulled to sleep for the duration of winter. It looks like some ferns are still active? He sniffs at the plant dumbly. Hoarfrost presents quaint patterns on the edge of its leaves. How the plant is still green is beyond him.

Slipping through bosks leads him further into the grove. His steps are aimless and slothful, browsing at his own pace. His travels have brought him to plenty of forests of late. Was he turning into an arboreal beast?

The scab forming on his arm is done away with, displaced by a random branch. His grumble echoes throughout the copse. Son of a bitch.