Katsuya
Magical artist
Isa didn’t come back until three more hours after Moss did. Looking frazzled and trembling wet as he trudged over to the camp before he started to pack the leftover wood. Lighting a lamp so they can see the path. Before Moss could ask what happened, the redhead explained.
”Wanted to look for a cave. I literally fell into one.” He grumbled, putting anything heavy on his bike and tightly yanked the rope. Glaring at the fluffy snowflakes. “Too many frozen rats. Stupid rotting wood - there’s a thin stream that froze over and I slipped on it. I hate the cold.”
The he huffed. “It’s a good cave. We can hide there from the weather...in case it snows again.” Isa showed Moss the cave. It’s more of a man made mine, held up by frozen pillars, and barrels stuck on the ground. They walked past the small river Isa talked about—- it had a cracked hole by the edge with wild scratched marked on the dirt as if someone was trying to pull themself out of the cold water —- and reached an old work space. Moldy papers scattered the room, abandon desks broken from rotting wood, and beams frozen in ice.
”Seems like someone was looking for something here and left it after something.” Isa guessed grumpily, dumping the logs on the ground and lighting it up. Hoping to be warm again.
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