Re: The forest: Derek F/Ragnar L
"Some things do not change," she replied with a smile. "Our people can always be counted on to be busy and to work up an appetite." Over the course of centuries, that had never changed. That was what made celebrations, such as this one, so important especially in the dead of winter when times could be so lean. They were not as bad as they once had been, central air replacing the bite of winter, but there was still the sense of community with it.
Something that was far more prevalent within the clearing. In the depth of the woods, there was only the chase, and blood, and it was good. She nodded at his choice of weapon. It was good for boar, better than an ax like the one strapped to her waist, or the bow and arrows that had been left behind.
The distance as he stepped into the cart was approved of and she smiled, a bit like frozen ice on leaves, something that was warm and biting all at once.
"Then hold on." It was the only command she gave before she snapped the reins and the goats, after taking a stubborn pause, launched forward and she tossed her head back, laughing as they weaved through the trees. Their quarry was deeper, but her quarry was right here, and she urged the goats slower once the sound of the celebration was quiet behind them. "There is something you should know, Ragnar. Something I have seen."