Firefly Glen there is no prize to perfection,

her curiosity is only natural, and it is met with a brief chuckle. "neverwinter forest. but there has been talk about relocating to the quarry nearby." an admittance from a heavy heart. their seiðkona's disappearance still sat heavy in the minds of them all. like a ghost who was set to haunt the forest he'd call home for the end of time, a presence that left only cold where there was once vibrant warmth. with a solemn shake of his head, he pushes the bitter thought from his mind. now was not the time to sulk.

"and you?" he rasped with a raised brow. their journey toward the tree line was brief. perfect timing, as the moment they took shelter beneath the leaves and tree limbs the heaven's began their downpour. a sprinkle at first. and then a downpour, coupled by winds that carve through the tall grass like a scythe. it is met with his sigh, as it's a shame his adventure would be ruined by the weather. the meadow wouldn't be much more than slick mud and landslide by the time the storm passed.

but perhaps the company would make the trip worth the trouble. he settles, taking a moment or two to find just the perfect position for his weak limb, before he faces her in full. "there used to be many." he hummed, voice gentle against the backdrop of the rain. "but it is only myself for now." a burden he was shouldering with ease, if only for the moment. times were tough and were only destined to get tougher, he supposed. 

cicero is nothing if not a creature always pondering, always searching. "tell me of your home? and why you came out here alone?" surely there must have been a purpose...was she searching for someone, too?