TYING MY STOMACH IN KNOTS // open, by the river

[teef]

come the approach of auberon, the sage stepping along the edges of the water, his head turned to what water could free itself. occassionally the thin ice along the rocky shore would give away, sending icy sludge between his toes. snorting at the feeling, he continued his investigation of the river, judging when they would have to begin taking precautions. wandering further to shore, the akhlut would shake his paws, hearing the voices of horizon and sebastian, coming up to the conversation himself. "greetings, you two. how are you both doing?", he asked, feeling some notion of surprise to see Horizon here at the river pass, with the semi-alert to what might be a fear for the devil.

no fancy//