Flycatcher Downs And you told me we'd never survive

@Evergreen

The breeze nipped at his nose and stung his eyes. The soft pain it brought was a firm reminder that he was indeed still alive despite his bedraggled appearance and lack of energy. A shame really. His hand was forced to be played. Find somehow to make it through the chill of winter. Could he go back to Undersea? Make a plea for Seelie's forgiveness once again? His jaw clenched just at the thought. She was a good woman who didn't deserve his constant flakiness and surely there were others who would fill whatever work he had done there. Fishing. Right. A not so vital job, surely.

It was time to regroup himself it seemed. If he, in his pathetic state, was capable of putting enough energy into such an act.

The least he could do was find somewhere to lay low and out of the cold. Ideally not in the middle of an open expanse. It was a simple task to begin his whole...rebirth or whatever one might call it. It was something he could do. So he began to head North, unsure of what he might find in the unfamiliar terrain.