Wapun Meadow something soft and soaked in pain

After having been largely isolated and tucked away from sunlight for the greater part of the last few months, there was a noticeable relief in this trek south in new company. It felt wrong to leave Emberwood, as though he were giving up on his last chance to find those he’d lost, but since all this time had passed, he accepted the reality that anyone left had been long gone. Staying would have been a fool’s effort.

Evien had been kind enough to keep in pace with Kukulkan’s slowed stride, no thanks to his weakened state. If the brown male did have any objections, he was courteous enough to not voice it. Shoulders rolling with each step, the southern boy kept relatively quiet on their trek, both out for the conservation of his energy and in trying to sort through the flurry of thoughts that plagued his mind.

Blue and purple shadows stretched across the ripples of color in the meadow before them, it was a gorgeous sight. Kukulkan hadn’t noticed the toll his body had been taking from their long journey until Evien paused and checked in. Actually taking conscious note of how he felt, the warm strain in his muscles won over and he chuckled dryly, shrugging and slowing down, ”Ain’t perfect, but a damn good deal better.”

Clicking his tongue inside his cheek, he cast a wistful glance around, thoughts piecing together slowly into, ”Thanks, y’know... I can go a bit more, if ya need...” A rest wasn’t objectionable, but the idea of being somewhere a bit safer pushed him. This stranger had gone above and beyond even helping him in the first place, but to offer him some refuge in his home? If K were more like the rest of his family, he’d be suspicious... but not quite there yet...

”Anything is should know b’fore we get there? ‘bout yer home?” Warmth, it had returned to his voice, after being gone for so long.