Broken Antler Fen meet me on the equinox

voice of a higher pitch responded to the knight, and he found himself with an easy grin at his squires' words. and at his next question, the boy did not respond, rather he focused his gaze on the lake ahead of them and bounded towards it, making moves on stubby legs. the boy earnt a chuckle from iseldur, and he followed loosely behind.

then it is lake that we go, he rumbled, head tilting with a sort of confidence as they went. a contentedness lingered within his feet, carrying him along in melodic stride. again, verdant eyes would seek his companions smaller figure, smiling, now, as he said: you are thirsty, cathal? i quite need to bathe.

and although a blanket of winter sat underfoot, the lake ahead of them spanned a size large enough that iseldur did not think it would freeze. perfect to drink and bathe.