He trails off, staring at a nearby tree. One of the few not lining the edges. At where the mark is carved into it, and he looks like someone haunted as he blinks, stares, and then blinks again as it starts to come into focus.
A mark carved on a tree, this winter scent...
He drops Shouto's hands and, without saying a word, bolts to that tree without a care at all that he might as well be barefoot on frozen ground. Stumbles, not having his depth perception yet, and doesn't care at all about that either. ]
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He trails off, staring at a nearby tree. One of the few not lining the edges. At where the mark is carved into it, and he looks like someone haunted as he blinks, stares, and then blinks again as it starts to come into focus.
A mark carved on a tree, this winter scent...
He drops Shouto's hands and, without saying a word, bolts to that tree without a care at all that he might as well be barefoot on frozen ground. Stumbles, not having his depth perception yet, and doesn't care at all about that either. ]