[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/b320BZk.png[/img][/center][indent][indent][indent]Moses tried not to outpace the duo behind him. Yet, he was becoming more and more concerned that their trail was not leading to where they thought it might be. He narrowed his eyes. Had he never traveled through here? Truth be told, he avoided the Wilde Hall and the goings-on around it. It always seemed to have its guard up. But now he’d been invited in.

The embers of his cigarette pushed forward like an orange beacon on the narrow pathway and the lanterns that lit it. He took a long drag before pulling it from his lips and tossing it in the mud where it went out with a sad sputter. One hand came to his belt buckle, and he palmed it in thought. About that time Mister Violet had offered his arm to Mademoiselle Noir. Moses hadn’t been paying attention until she politely refused him. [color=ac2100][i]Strange…[/i][/color] she’d been so chummy with him before. Maybe the woods was getting to her, too?

[color=ac2100][b]”I’m beginnin’ to think there’s no carriage, and we’re meant to walk the entire way.”[/b][/color] He groused. [color=ac2100][b]”Everyone’s shoes goin’ hold up?”[/b][/color] Moses usually wouldn’t be the sort that’d point to the flaws in his own outfit, but he was wearing worn boots. They seemed sturdy and unbothered by the mud. He paused, reaching out to the tree with the intent to break off a solid but thin limb. [color=ac2100][b]”Just in case we hit clods or a deep spot.”[/b][/color] He explained his actions to subvert any questions that might arise. Moses wasn’t some insane person bent on ruining a tree or two.[/indent][/indent][/indent]
[@Romero][@Lady Selune]