Wapun Meadow Day Tripper

Pssst it's winter :P but the post was beautiful and i wish there were flowers TAT anyway... LETS GOOOOO

It has only been a week and the knight was battered. Tired and still healing from his fight and fall - it reminded him why he was so keen on remaining in a pack rather than continuing on his solo journey as a loner. He had lived his years on the edge, fighting tooth and nail every day, now he had grown tired, wise, and to continue healing was getting old, taking longer than it use to. Rusalka didn't feel like home, but it was better than this. The familiarity was better than every strange face he came across, uncertain of what was to come - would he be the antagonist, or would they?

And today, he would become the antagonist of this story.

He walked quietly across the fields, with his head just above shoulder height - he still felt the sting and aches from the fall a few days ago, the stiff flesh around his bite wounds from the battle-hungry gargoyle. The man's fur was displaced on his robe and dirtied, it would be nice for him to stumble onto that hot springs and take a soak to rest, but that would be for another day for something had caught his attention just a few yards away, approaching from the opposite side of the meadow. 

At first, his expression remained blank, clearly he had no interest in the woman or to greet her. he was simply uninterested in changing his path for the sake of avoiding one individual, he was already lost, why go around in circles? But as they approached his heart began to thud in his chest, harder... and harder until it was deafening in his ears.

Was that who he thought it was?