Aryn territory, early Spring.
Spring. It seemed the perfect time for life to blossom anew, as the world did. He was just not prepared for his own little flower to be also blossoming into a fully functional adult. Almost adult. They had picked a good day for her to start into this whole new world, however, and the Vicar didn’t really have anything to use as argument to be against this. The sky was clear, there was no sight of any of the Winter’s cold grasp that turned everything slippery, and their party was full enough to deal safely with the situation.
He was not too worried with the strangers, too, as weird it might be for him, though he was definitely not one hundred percent comfortable. Athena requested for them to come, and there was no way he could protest without sounding rude. Maybe it was meant to be.
As their ever-so-excited huntress literally bounced downhill after Eden - who led the