#stagcrested

  ❛ Claude--! ❜  

There’s laughter in his tone despite how readily he frets: steel plated boots stubborn against the rivers bank, unwilling to shed the outerwear that the other house leader had so swiftly removed in cheer. They are in private, here. Forest leaves and tree branches shielding them from view from the road mere paces back, packs laid to rest against the grass, weapons tilted carefully upon old bark-- although Dimitri hesitates to leave them as such. 

For as much as the splash of water threatens to invite him in, well-- Someone had to keep them on track, surely.