[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/b320BZk.png[/img][/center][indent][indent][indent]The branch felt comforting in Moses’ hand. He didn’t dare fish out his pocketknife, as they were headed to a civilized event. And he would be assured that the civilized event would look down upon him wielding a stilted blade at the drop of a hat—or pinecone in this instance. He could idly toy with the branch in a manner that looked useful and not threatening, or at least he hoped that he could appear that way. Tapping the muddied ground before him, he checked for any spots that Mademoiselle Noir might find her heels sinking into. Yet, as the ground appeared to be firm, so he rapped it against his own boot trying to knock some of the mud free. 

He’d looked away from the trail only for a moment, but that was enough time for Mister Violet to announce with jubilation that there was a light ahead—and that had to mean a carriage. Moses looked up, his free hand adjusting his mask in a way as to not obscure his vision. Surely, the man was right. He hoped that meant they’d be done with these woods soon. 

Mister Violet was suddenly in his frame of vision, and he narrowed his eyes. He didn’t much care for the swiftness and agility of the other man, but he’d already decided that there wasn’t much to fear from the affable gentleman other than his words. Those were frighteningly pompous. Moses kept a hold of the branch as he moved forward, keeping it close to his leg. He glanced back to make sure the Mademoiselle was following. The sooner they got to Wilde Hall, the sooner he could tend to business and get back to his wife and children.[/indent][/indent][/indent]
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