their talk of plans drifts for hours, before he knows it, the sun is setting and the wind is picking up. winter chill bites at their heels. the Wayfarer is used to lacking sleep, constantly on his feet in efforts to evade, yet a silly little part of him finds comfort in kei’s company.
her suggestion to look for a place to shelter for the night leaves them descending the peak they’d climbed earlier that day. more jungle, more fog, more slick rock and the roars of a waterfall—multiple?—grow with every step down a new pathway.
they curl close enough to one of the large falls that he hears nothing except its loud thunder. his eyes are peeled on the rock and kei and he only looks to the side to ensure his footing when it catches his eye.
reaching forward, teeth attempt to graze the tip of her tail—just to catch her attention, as he throws his head over shoulder in a beckon towards the cave.
her suggestion to look for a place to shelter for the night leaves them descending the peak they’d climbed earlier that day. more jungle, more fog, more slick rock and the roars of a waterfall—multiple?—grow with every step down a new pathway.
they curl close enough to one of the large falls that he hears nothing except its loud thunder. his eyes are peeled on the rock and kei and he only looks to the side to ensure his footing when it catches his eye.
reaching forward, teeth attempt to graze the tip of her tail—just to catch her attention, as he throws his head over shoulder in a beckon towards the cave.
for @Kei
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