Bramblepoint when the sun is perched at it's highest peak,

for @Cicero Dvořák !!

and he was on the move again, now, for fear-giùlain solais never rests, instead, he scouts, learning with wide, emerald eyes ; fueled by a curiosity that burnt like an inextinguishable flame. past the lake, now, to the woods that sat ahead of it.

he wandered at the treeline, now, looking in with careful precision, examining the trees and the brambles that sat at their bases. the forest smelt almost sweet, and should it not be winter, iseldur was convinced that this place may have been an orchard of fruit trees. but with the passing season, it may not be worth it to venture inwards.

the knight let thoughts preoccupy his mind, now. momentarily unaware.