River follows his lead without concern, though they ventured off the path some time ago.
She wasn't sticking closely to the trail even before Galadan showed up. And getting lost isn't something she's concerned about.
(difference is, the woods are the only place I can see a clear path)
Her boots crunch through snow, over twigs and along wide flat rocks covered in drifts of snow and leaf-mould. She moves without hurry, almost dreamily, letting her cold fingers brush over tree trunks and the dry branches and needles of shrubs and, once, absently, over the thick soft fur of Galadan's back as he slips past her.
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Date: 2008-02-01 07:26 am (UTC)She wasn't sticking closely to the trail even before Galadan showed up. And getting lost isn't something she's concerned about.
(difference is, the woods are the only place I can see a clear path)
Her boots crunch through snow, over twigs and along wide flat rocks covered in drifts of snow and leaf-mould. She moves without hurry, almost dreamily, letting her cold fingers brush over tree trunks and the dry branches and needles of shrubs and, once, absently, over the thick soft fur of Galadan's back as he slips past her.