2/15/2025, 3:58 PM
They hadn't left the meadowed forest yet. He and Geraint had hardly left one another's sides even. Rather, he ensured that his partner new where he was at all times. That they were within shouting distance of one another, that it would only take a moment or two to see one another. It was, sometimes, not enough. He'd panic and have to find his way back, scared of losing Ger again.
It had taken the time since they'd reuinted up until now to relax a little more. To know that they were, overall, safe here. He still wasn't sure if the elk was how he'd gotten here. Geraint said he'd died, and surely they had as well then. Nightingale was ever on the lookout for any of Ger's kin, too. Ready to uphold his promise to run. To find his parnter and get the heck out of dodge.
So strangers, then, were approached with some caution. At least if there was any doubt on whether they were of some relation to himself or the other. This stranger did not seem to be, though. She was sprawled in the snow, looking every bit like she had given up on life. Nightingale saw her only because of the dramatic flop of her head into the ground. Otherwise, he might have passed over her whtie form against the starkkness of the snow.
The faintest hint of flowers poked out of the snow all around her.
You, uh, you ok?he asked. The plump dark-timber man stood just far enough away that he hoped he wasn't a threat. Not that he looked like a threat really. Just a big squish.
Hikari
Geraint is welcome in any and all of Nightingale's threads at any point.