Mindless self indulgence, hence the lack of RNGed memes.

[redrobbinghood]

SCENE: A forest. A temperate rainforest, to be more precise, which means that it's excessively wet and rather cold. On the debatably brighter side, there was a great deal less in the way of exotic animals that had an overabundance of poison and flowers which smelled like rotting meat. Also, one could spend hours cataloguing the exotic array of moss that adorned the various maples surrounding them, a fascinating pastime for any budding botanists among them.

They were in the process of traveling from Location A to Location B. It was the army's tactician's idea. At the moment, the tactician wasn't exactly the most popular of individuals as heading from A to B entailed a rest stop in this damp forested place. Though it could be worse. Last week they were slogging through a snowy pass. Here it was merely really fucking damp. Also, no one had tried to kill any of them unless one counted the bear that one of them accidentally ran into and ran away from: an additional bonus.

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[manikatti]

[Lyn's doing what she can to stay calm and level-headed here. After all, they've all been through much worse, and they all knew that this journey wasn't going to be an easy one. Not to mention that she has some level of authority here and should be putting forth a good show to boost morale, that sort of thing.

But...

It... it really is really fucking damp, and every step she takes squishes and she hates it and is sorely tempted to stab a tree, or something.

Sigh.]

I'm too lazy to bust out my other one, so Matthew again.

[redrobbinghood]

[Matthew was, of course, joining in on the collective squishing as they continued into the woods.

He was grateful for a few things. Small things, such as the fact that he had yet to be ordered deep into the woods, to squish ahead in some semblance of stealth, to scout through the endless array of moss and mold, to hide among the ferns and within the decaying treetops. Small mercies. For now, at least, he was squishing with the rest of the group.

For a brief moment he thought Lyn was Guy: they looked nothing alike, acted vaguely similar at best, but they both had a sort of Sacaen gait that made the rhythm of their squishes sound similar. This mistake was corrected quickly, almost in the same instant he made it, but then...why not. He was going to bother Guy as they waded through this forest, why not make smalltalk with the Lady of Caelin instead?

Of such decisions life is made.]

Good day, Lady Lyndis! How fare you?

[ex_unconventional236]

[Louise followed slightly behind, being better suited to long-range attacks, after all. She was aware of the squishing and the dampness - how could one not be? - but even so, it didn't seem to diminish her cheerful demeanor any.

She was perfectly content to head forward while lost in her own thoughts, but voices ahead caused her to quicken her pace so that she was soon approaching her two companions.]

[manikatti]

[Matthew that's racist.

Lyn turned to Matthew, simultaneously wrenching her boot from a particularly squishy plant. Good gods this place was making walking--and moving in general--difficult.]

Reasonably well. I'm just happy that we're progressing through this forest smoothly enough. [That and she'd like to very strongly recommend to their tactician to pick more advantageous terrain to send them trekking through, but for that much she stays silent.

Another's footsteps caught her attention, and she looked over her shoulder just in time to see the woman walk up not far from the two of them.]

Milady Louise. [The woman's smile was contagious even here, and Lyn grew a bit less sullen.] I hope you're well? We've nearly reached the end of these woods; there's only a little ways left to go. [Well, she hopes so, anyway.]

[redrobbinghood]

[Get out.

Matthew, about to cut in, decided against it. He decided to remain silent for a ta- er, moment or two longer and allow the nobility - Lady Lyndis and Lady Louise - to converse uninterrupted. That and he decided that Lady Lyndis didn't really need to know that he could've sworn he (over)heard that they were going to be stuck in this damp forest for at least another hour before they hit a village.]