â  we have to keep going.  â
over time ren found it more difficult to reign in their emotions, distancing themselves from their homeland might not have been as hard as it was for jaune, but that didnât mean it wasnât difficult. still, how were they meant to survive if they became so lax so close to the borders ? bandits netted the surrounding nations waiting for any news of the wayward prince, even a few months after his disappearance. the bounty on their heads still hadnât dropped, but they had been seeing less and less trace of their former family and watching eyes. then again, that could be just them lulling the fighter into a false sense of security, ren wasnât so confident in their talents that theyâd be able to handle a liè assassin flawlessly.
were they up to something  ?
exhaustion wore on all of them, pushed to the brink as renâs paranoia to escape the borders became persistent. in their eyes, it was a miracle they hadnât been attacked yet. strolling through the woods and idly picking herbs and mushrooms along the way should have been relaxing, but ren kept bow and arrow on hand, swords at hips, ready to strike at a momentâs notice for days.  â  i ...  â  tension made their words strained, unknowingly putting their horses on edge.  â  i donât ... i donât know what weâre going to do yet. i donât care. what matters is making sure youâre safe and arenât going to die the second we let our guards down.  â  @becomeshield  /  semi - plotted starter.







