Lion of Ithilien
Played by Naboo

Every now and then the natural flow of conversation swung into a lull. Whether Abe was comfortable or not in these moments he couldn't tell, nor was he particularly worried about it. He himself felt comfortable, at ease even when silence settled between the two, no matter how long the duration. It wasn't attributed to anything other than his solitary history in which silence had become an old friend; comforting him in the moments when words and thoughts could not. The silence lingered between them for a bit longer, and his ease did not diminish as his features softened a little further, brows coming together and a small chuckle slipped past his lips. "Hopefully you do not regret saying that some day." The intonation being that she was a lot to take in, but it was said in a most affectionate and warm manner.

Moving on his eyes widened a little and he pulled away his gaze from Abe's face for the first time in a while, looking towards the tangle of wood and swamp. "Perhaps we can explore the tale of ghosts, then?" Though he didn't begin moving away yet his body did adjust and turned so that he was angled to move closer to Abe, looking towards a path through the sparsely laden trees that would take them deeper into the swamp. As it was he was ready though, waiting for a signal from his companion as his eyes shifted between the two. The path that he could see though was only darker and darker, it seemed that even the water became more dense and that the fog was beginning to roll in and settle heavily.

He did not know if they would find anything, if there would be any merit to his tales, but he knew that he felt like it was different in there. Where the trees began to close in and become less sparse, where the debris in the swamp became concealed and more of a trap for unsuspecting paws. The only thing he could say that was decent, was that the water wasn't cold, the prior talk of the Tundra had reminded him that there was worse out there. In the distance from down the path he heard a low growl that heralded an answering hiss from the unseen, pale clouds ahead. It must be crocodiles for he could not see but the sounds had not been feline. The reptilian rasp of the distance brought both a strange sensation of nerves and wonder, though if Abe shared them he did not know.

@Abraham
art by munk, code by naboo