Northstar Vale you said those things and i wanted to believe you

queenie's new avatar is GORGEOUS btw

her impatience with his refusal to move quickly does little to stir his sluggish blood: if anything, the boy somewhat childishly moves even slower until she comes to match his stride, a second of triumph flashing in his gaze underneath his sickly affect. 

the walk is making him feel better, he has to admit. the morwinyon follows her gaze to the crooked branches pointing bony fingers at the creek. they seem to be scolding the lingering frost of winter (relatable, he thinks), and easily he agrees, chuffing a "sure" as he takes a few tentative steps forward.