Firefly Glen Phosphorescent

arcturus was not fond of the news, however gracefully wraen explained it. he thought she was incredibly brave -- he had always held a high opinion of the woman, but it was elevated to new heights he did not fully understand when she made good on the point that childbearing was not a woman's sole occupation.

all the same he was disappointed - for her, and selfishly, for him -- he might be miles ahead of himself as young men often were, but he had his own visions of his future -- their future.

yanked from his thoughts by the uptick in wraen's voice, arcturus dipped his head in response to her joke. "two ears, always ready to be attentive." for her - not so much others. "let's get somewhere warm, then." surprised by the protectiveness that surged in his voice, arcturus began to climb, always careful to take the easiest spots and the trails with the least resistance, so wraen could easily keep alongside him.

his gaze traced their surroundings, at last finding a dark spot flanked by two protruding shelves of granite. the ground there was dark grey and brown -- devoid of snowfall, and sheathed from the elements by the ledge backing it.