Whistling a high-pitched tune out into the trees, the melody a repetition he heard Briar Rose once sing. It had been stuck in his head all morning, and with such peaceful sunlight gleaming through the wood, Phillip almost couldnโt help himself.
His stance turns rigid almost immediately, his mouth twisting into a displeased frown.
โMaleficent,โ he acknowledges grimly, unsheathing his sword. He doesnโt hesitate to point it at her.
- "So does my friend here. Give him a carrot and he might just get a new owner."
Samson huffs in complete retort next to them. He could practically feel him rolling his eyes.
In the middle of gathering firewood, he spots Samson from his periphery sway his head over to the direction of the trees, curious.
Normally, Phillip wouldn't mind. His companion was never really the type to stray too far, but thenโฆ he'd started moving away without a word. -
his white horse, willow and him were just around the corner, taking a break from their hunt to drink some water from a little creek. his mind wasnโt there to focus, it was too occupied with his beautiful princess who was waiting for him at their castle.
too much time had +
- Coincidence? Perhaps. He could be a bandit for all he knows, butโฆ he liked to at least think he'd become a better judge of character with all the travelling he's done.
Maybe.
His lips curl into a slanted smile, his face the perfect look of guarded ease. -
Thatโs it.
He gives a quick tug on the reins before making a clean dismount. Might as well start setting up camp. Nightfall was sure to come soon.
He turns to Samson with a jerk of his head. โCโmon, boy.โ
Starting to wonder if horses have another stomach dedicated just to oats and carrots. He swears he can hear Samson complaining already.
โฆOr if heโs just been traveling a little too long now that it was starting to irk him. Wasnโt that the ๐ด๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ tree heโd passed minutes ago?