Barrow Fields put me on the front line leave me with a dumb mind

the tasseled bard ambled along the field, having come form the east and heading west, treated no kinder by the sun but cleverly defended by the coat of his breed, skin untouched and cooled by motions of the air.

slavuj hummed as he went, no particular tune, merely an exercise of the vocal cords, relaxed despite limited vision if not made to worry less by the same. he never was one for nerves, and what he couldn't see he couldn't be anxious over. he'd long learned to not mind the way these mounds sent a chill the length of his spine.