The Sentinels if you are so very mighty

deepwood weald! for @Blue Willow <3

they had departed the borders of the plateau, after telling dante of their intentions. he and the silver man had explored -- now would taltos take his bride into the emerald land, now overlaid with the russet and orange of late fall. it was a slower trek than before -- the cold had seemed to aggravate his injury -- but he pressed on all the same. blue willow remained her spry, lovely self.

they reached the woodland some stretch of time later, a long burst of traveling hours interspersed with at least two sunrises and nights. excitement flowered in lasher's breast all the same; his breath rose to steam in the crisp air as he turned to his wife.

"look there."