Broken Antler Fen meet me on the equinox

for @Cathal !

the two had been moving, now, for days. the small, yappy dog walked alongside the knight, of which walked a measured pace to allow his squire to remain by his side comfortably. golden-blonde fur rippled along his body as they went, his green gaze flickering from what was ahead of them down to his travelling companion.

and he would speak, then ; a man of few words, laced with the tongue of his past, thick and gaelic. before his words would form, he would give a small hum, and then they would exit his lips in stoic cadence and careful structure: you are curious of this new land? iseldur asked, tail swaying back and forth. hopeful for this future.

paler paws carried him, and he scanned the horizon, now. to their right, a large forest, dark and gloomy. their left, a tall mountain, grey and sharp, like a jaw of teeth. and right ahead of them, a lake that spanned for meters. curious as to where the pair would head first. likely the lake, should cathal wish for a drink. where you like?