Silver Creek of cloudless climes and starry skies

the pale snake turned his attention sharply on a figure that he had never formally met. his light-colored gaze lingered on the dark figure of the man for a long moment. the comment hung in the air as he sized up the fellow. grayson was sure to have gathered other followers; this was likely one of them who had joined earlier on. at least, the color of his cloak was familiar enough for harrison. after he had inspected his companion, he offered a quick flash of a smile.

“too fucking cold for anything,” the charmer offered with a hint of a laugh that hung on the edge of his words. he hadn't been very diligent about hiding his distaste for the creek. he'd felt like the chill of the winter air had only gotten worse with their close proximity to the water. in doing this, harrison had spent a great deal of his time in the forest nearby. the trees provided coverage that he could not find beside the rolling waters, and they had created a natural warmth.