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I'm so late ^_^; but here is Janther Week Day 1: Whisper

"Watch us get into a fight tomorrow morning," Gunther whispered, a grin similar to mine flickering behind the cynical statement.

My own smile widened. "Have you no faith in a knight's word?"

Janther week 2025

Day 5. Dress

Janther Week 2025 | Wild

(wild-haired gunther sparking a moment of truly seeing one another that acts as a catalyst to an entire relationship. i have rambled more below the cut)

JatD fandom:

@flufftober

The cold autumn air nips at Jane's cheeks as she stands at the edge of the clearing, her bowstring taut and ready. The woods around them are a tapestry of gold, amber, and crimson, the leaves rustling softly in the breeze. She watches Gunther with a fond smile, her eyes following the rhythmic swing of his axe as he chops down firewood for the pit in the small, weathered shack they've found. Jane and Gunther, both knights in training, have been tasked with a mission to scout the area and ensure it is safe for their lord's upcoming visit. Despite their young ages — Jane is 15 and Gunther is 17 — they are skilled and determined, their bond forged through countless hours of training and shared adventures.

Gunther pauses for a moment, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his sleeve. He looks up and meets Jane's gaze, his eyes crinkling at the corners in a warm smile. "How's the lookout going, Jane?"

She nods, her eyes scanning the trees. "All clear so far. Keep an eye out for any signs of trouble, though. We don't want any surprises."

Gunther returns to his task, his axe biting into the wood with practiced precision. The sound of the chopping is a comforting rhythm, a reminder of their shared purpose and the bond they share. Jane's bow remains drawn, her eyes sharp and alert. She isn't just a knight in training; she's a skilled archer, and her role is to keep them both safe. The sun is beginning to set, casting long shadows across the clearing. The air grows colder, and Jane can see her breath in the air. She shifts her weight, her muscles coiled and ready for action. She knows that their mission is not just about gathering firewood; it's about ensuring that the area is secure and that they can provide for themselves in the wild.

Gunther finishes chopping a large log and drags it over to the pit. He stacks the wood neatly, his movements efficient and strong. Jane can't help but feel a surge of pride. Gunther has grown so much since they first started training together. He is brave, loyal, and always ready to face any challenge.

"Think you can find us some dinner while I finish up here?" Gunther asks, his voice carrying a note of hope.

Jane smiles and nods. "I'll see what I can do. Stay sharp."

She lowers her bow and moves silently into the woods, her steps light and sure. She scans the underbrush for any signs of game, her eyes and ears attuned to the slightest movement. The forest is quiet, but she knows that the quiet can be deceptive. She moves deeper into the woods, her senses on high alert.

After a few moments, she spots a small rabbit nibbling on some leaves. She raises her bow, her movements fluid and practiced. The arrow flies true, and the rabbit falls with a soft thud. Jane approaches it, her heart racing with the thrill of the hunt. She retrieves the arrow and the rabbit, securing them in her belt. As she makes her way back to the clearing, she hears a faint rustling in the bushes. She stops, her bowstring drawn once more. Her heart pounds in her chest, but she remains calm and focused. The rustling grows louder, and a small fox emerges, its eyes wide and cautious.

Jane lowers her bow. "Easy, little one," she murmurs

The fox hesitates, then darts away, disappearing into the underbrush. Jane breathes a sigh of relief and continues back to the clearing. When she returns, Gunther is finishing up the fire pit.

He looks up and grins when he sees the rabbit. "Nice catch, Jane. We'll have a good meal tonight."

Jane smiles and sets the rabbit down. "Let's get it cleaned and ready for the fire. We need to stay alert, but a good meal will do us both good."

Together, they prepare the rabbit and start the fire. The flames dance and crackle, casting a warm glow over the clearing. They sit by the fire, sharing the meal and the silence, their bond stronger than ever in the face of the cold, autumn night.

As they eat, Jane looks at Gunther, her heart full of gratitude and affection. "We make a good team, don't we?"

Gunther nods, his eyes reflecting the firelight. "The best. We'll get through anything together."