A hunting we shall definitely NOT go

[shepherddain]

WHO: Dain and Roesia
WHAT: Dain is doing a Weird Thing and Roesia is Flummoxed but probably things are going to end okay
WHEN: A few days after the snow traps everyone in the village
WHERE: Northcliff Wood
NOTES: None yet, will update as needed.

Really, Dain should be trying this at night. He toyed with the idea, even got so far as to stand next to the city wall after supper one night and stare at the treeline for a while, but in the end he decided that was too big a risk to take. He's a Shepherd, after all, and anyone would try to defend themselves against a threat. Best to take as much precaution as possible.

He may even be completely wrong; this is only a hunch. But nothing ventured, nothing gained.

It's the middle of the day, just after noon, with the sun high in the sky when Dain sets out into the Northcliff Wood. He hums to himself a little as he goes, trying to match the birdsong all around, trying to lose himself in the trees. It takes a little longer than he anticipates to reach a stage deep enough in where the forest begins to put him on his guard, but he's not visibly surprised when things turn eerie. Tense, certainly, breathing a little faster and ready to run at a moment's notice, but not surprised.

He stops, and raises his arms in a gesture of peace. "Hello?" he calls out. "Is anyone there? I have a question I'd like answered, if you have a moment to spare. I mean you no harm."