knuckleheadedhero

~Chapter 42~ Beyond the light veil of mostly undisturbed snow and dead leaves, a thin line jiggled its way through the white sheet like a worm burrowing horizontally through the surface. You were doing your best to keep up despite recovering but a few hours ago, now trudging after your guide in a similar manner as an elk drunk on fermented fruit. Your stability had improved since then, but you were still struggling to keep yourself in a straight line to minimize traveling distance. At the same time, some of the questions that had otherwise lay dormant in your shaken mind finally came to fruition, most being about the fate of your traveling