[The Prince and The Fox]
Starter for @ktsnn
On the one day the Prince dared to tread on Hoshidan soil, the sun failed to shine, concealed behind a curtain of menacing storm clouds. It was for that reason that Leon came to believe that perhaps the Gods did have a sense of humour, for wherever the Prince went, they thought it fitting to send a little piece of Nohr along with him.
The overcast skies and blustery weather, as gloomy as they could be, were in fact a blessing. Aerial units of the Kingdom of light were accustomed to fair weather and clear, sunny skies, and while stormy conditions could prove to be treacherous for even the most seasoned Nohrian Wyvern rider, Leon knew for a fact that it would be especially difficult for most Hoshidan soldiers to navigate. The mage took solace in the fact that being noticed from above would be highly unlikely and pressed onward, pushing even deeper behind enemy lines.
A heavy silence had fallen over Leon's surroundings. It was the kind of deathly quiet that one could expect before a storm hit. The rhythmic clacking of hooves pounding against the densely packed earth and the occasional snapping of twigs that gave and broke under Leon's steed's weight were the only indication that he had not suddenly become deaf.
It was then that the rustling of branches caught the Prince's attention. Stopping his mount in its tracks with an abrupt tug of his reins, Leon twisted about on his saddle, his brown eyes darted this way and that as they searched for the source of the noise.
Silence.
The whisper of leaves brushing against one another sounded once more, seemingly from a collection of large bushes that filled the nearby ravine. There was obviously something...or worse yet - someone - there. The mage automatically reached for his tome, his eyes never leaving that spot. Whatever was there, he intended to flush it out. There was no such thing as being too cautious.
