note to self this takes place before hawth left SE
I don't care if heaven won't take me back
At least they both could agree with that. The Fields were charming, in their own right, but the openness of it all was a bit too much at a times. Askan supposed that was part of the reason he'd been so vigilant during his stay there, that he always felt like someone was watching, waiting for a moment of weakness to strike. Here though, things didn't feel exposed. The forest did well to conceal them from the outside world, so much so that unwelcome visitors were very few and far between. Just as the Edge Lord liked it.
For a moment he wondered what Remington would say, whether her story would be enough to satisfy his curiosity. As it turned out she travelled further than he had anticipated, he figured she had lurked around the fringes of the Lore but from the sound of it she had wandered far from the Field to find some sense of...relief. Askan cringed at the thought. All her trouble with awful, rocky terrain and a guy who couldn't take no for an answer was clearly enough to keep her busy. He supposed-begrudgingly, mind you- that she wasn't entirely at fault. Not that he was really gnawing on that old bone anymore, clearly he'd gotten over it. Mostly.
"What a prat. It goes without saying that you've got my permission to shove anyone's face in the dirt, if they try and...do that next spring." His nose wrinkled in disgust. No meant no, there was no ifs or buts. He was sure she could do it too, she was a Keeper after all.
"Hawth seems interested. I was thinking you could train her, show the ropes sometime."