'There's nothing really to see here. Aside from the darkness creeping around the camp despite the torches, all we can see is snow.' Soren pulled his robe tighter around his shoulders, trying to tame the fabric as a sharp gust of wind whipped past him just to give an impression that he's getting cold, though he's not. He then lifted his gaze to the sky, hoping for at least a small comfort. 'There's no star either… nothing to guide us.'
The heavy clouds swallowed the night whole, turning everything into a muted blur of white and shadow. His footsteps crunched softly against the frozen ground as he lowered his head again.
Beside him, Cael walked with an easy stride, smirking like the cold couldn't touch him. His hands were tucked lazily into the pockets hidden beneath his thick fur robe, his breath fogging the air in smooth, unbothered puffs. Soren watched him from the corner of his eye, slightly annoyed and relieved that someone could still look so relaxed in this bleakness.
