[Further in indeed. It's a bit of a hike, actually, with some of the rough terrain, but she instinctively finds some of the easier ground for him, mindful of his recent injuries, even if he has recovered. She slows as they approach a group of oak trees. They're old, and tall, but several thick branches sprout lower to the ground - only a little over six feet up. Snagged in some of the tighter-laced twigs is something that glints and glitters, even in the shadow-splintered moonlight.
Aisling stops some ten feet away from it and points, her fingers tightening in his. Even this close, it's clear that the thing is a strip of ragged, yellow cloth. It's embroidered with some sort of design in golden thread. At the end, weighting it so that it doesn't sway much in the light breeze, is a golden pin. A cloak broach, a sun-wheel held in place with a heavy golden pin, a scrap of orange fabric still fastened to the other fabric.
She doesn't go any nearer, instead keeping him back a moment.]
It doesn't feel like anything bad, but. It looks like something I know.
[Action]
No. Not like that.
[Evasive, but true.]
It's a little further in. Come on.
[Further in indeed. It's a bit of a hike, actually, with some of the rough terrain, but she instinctively finds some of the easier ground for him, mindful of his recent injuries, even if he has recovered. She slows as they approach a group of oak trees. They're old, and tall, but several thick branches sprout lower to the ground - only a little over six feet up. Snagged in some of the tighter-laced twigs is something that glints and glitters, even in the shadow-splintered moonlight.
Aisling stops some ten feet away from it and points, her fingers tightening in his. Even this close, it's clear that the thing is a strip of ragged, yellow cloth. It's embroidered with some sort of design in golden thread. At the end, weighting it so that it doesn't sway much in the light breeze, is a golden pin. A cloak broach, a sun-wheel held in place with a heavy golden pin, a scrap of orange fabric still fastened to the other fabric.
She doesn't go any nearer, instead keeping him back a moment.]
It doesn't feel like anything bad, but. It looks like something I know.