Herbalists' Cache the gunslinger watched as the world moved on

scout thread! anyone is welcome <3

the wood was not nearly as dark as the blackpine was, and the young ghost drew his crown upward to peer through the thick boughs and onward to the sky that stretched beyond in a dismal grey. he thought that he could smell snow on the air, but he would never know if the pale flakes were falling from underneath the stretch of the pine boughs. he thought the place to be something of a sanctuary in the heart of a savage wilderness. all things seemed quiet beneath the pines.

he padded across a layer of needles as he made his way through the territory. the rusty ears on his crown were cupped forward and listening for signs of anyone else in the wood, but he could hear only the quiet humming of birds overhead, and the occasional squeak of a prey animal. if he had not been wiser, he would have imagined that he'd passed into another world entirely.