𝗝𝘂𝗱𝗴𝗲, 𝗷𝘂𝗿𝘆, 𝗲𝘅𝗲𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗿.

taking time to secure the area, visual scope seems to check out. no followers or wanderers as far as he could see. subtle trailing of the grove, uneven patches of grass beneath them remained ravaged, still in their state. a hum, her question ignored for the time being. truth to —

slow trailing continued, easing into the middle of the grotto. grip remained tight upon reins, yet their was a sense of ease that dawned upon him. orbs briefly inspected their surroundings, familiar to him, but a brand new sight for her. taking the scenery in before he’d —

hooves trod atop unpaved route, silence surrounded save for cracking stems and branches every now and then. the air seemed to hit his front at a better angle than before, the morning breeze still plentiful. ‘Ain’t it? Found this while doing some stupid shit with Johnny.’ —

a single nod, reins resting in grip, all it took was a gentle pull to start the slow pace. the ground below uneven, the surface causing subtle bounces from the male as they traversed the terrain. orbs remain straight ahead, semblance of direction is all he needed to find a —

left seated, he could simply stare in admiration as she packed her belongings. everything she did, so neat. no room for error. in the blink of an eye, everything was cleared from the campsite, him being the only thing left amongst vacancy. propping himself up, the remaining —