Turning of the year (open RP, grounds)
Gwendal had spent time getting to know the interior of the castle. Wolfram and Yuuri had managed to stay mostly out of trouble. Well, for them and for certain values of 'out of trouble' mostly defined by nothing Gwendal had to clean up after.
It had been awhile, then, since he'd been outside. He stood on the steps of the castle, breathing in the crisp air, tasting the changing of the seasons on the air. There was still the warmth of summer lingering, but underneath a bite of cold that would come. It was a warning that the weather would soon sequester them by fires for a season.
He walked down the steps, onto the path leading away from the door. He wasn't sure where it would take him, but that hardly mattered. He was just out for a walk.
It had been awhile, then, since he'd been outside. He stood on the steps of the castle, breathing in the crisp air, tasting the changing of the seasons on the air. There was still the warmth of summer lingering, but underneath a bite of cold that would come. It was a warning that the weather would soon sequester them by fires for a season.
He walked down the steps, onto the path leading away from the door. He wasn't sure where it would take him, but that hardly mattered. He was just out for a walk.