Wapun Meadow Wreath

Marius held his laughter inside as the woman spoke, knowing better than to let his derision control every bit of him, but he could not help the small mirthful look that crossed his vision as he turned towards the hunt. The woman's voice was bright and her tone almost childish, not with wonder but with such enthusiasm, he wondered if perhaps this other man had plucked her out of a nursery.

They got to work; the woman was sent on an arcing rendezvous to the geese (thankfully) and for a moment the two men were together. Marius opened his mouth to mention something or to make a coy remark, but did not have even a moment for such — the man was away too, opposite, and the pale pair neared the waiting geese.

Left alone again, Marius huffed to himself and settled in to the work He had not come all the way to these wilds, braved wilderness and ruin and poor weather and the oddness of heathens, just to be made to work for his dinner! But he was involved now, and could not stop what would transpire.

If nothing else, he'd have a good view of the man and the woman as they moved. As much as he prefered to be a voyuer in these moments, Marius had to keep focused or these geese would escape, and then he would look absolutely foolish before this other man! That was not a welcome sentiment.