Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191014000602/@comment-24510587-20191015231155

"Damn those woods," Emile groaned. Grime had started to collect again, the filth of the jungle having slowly created a layer.

Over the course of the last twelve days, Emile had gotten a bit more comfortable riding with Lysilde. Of course, that wasn't to say he was calm now or anything like that - he was still on the constant alert, glancing at every little moving detail in the vicinity. The difference was that he wasn't throwing those anxious glances at Lysilde as much anymore... though he had been throwing a different kind of glances at her.