open-ish.

[heorte]

WHO: ellie, ellis, hugo.
WHAT: Surveillance, scouting, mapping.
WHEN: What is time, really? (Ambiguously August.)
WHERE: Free Marches, etc. Starkhaven adjacent.
NOTES: Anyone else who wants to use this as a free space for their A.R.R.I.V.E. assignments, feel free.

Comments

ellie, hugo, ellis.

[heorte]

( mission rundown. )

They'd mismanaged their time just enough that it's fallen dark by the time they'd all congregated at the agreed upon location.

Comparing notes, and marking everything relevant down on the map, has been the first thing done most nights prior to this. But without a sense of what might be surrounding them, the idea of relaxing just yet is not quite—

"Leave off the fire," Ellis is saying now, as Artichoke's beak clicks in a creaky bid for attention. "At least until we've had a better look around."

Something Ellis is set on, even if Ellie can report having seen nothing from Artichoke's back.

[notathreat]

"Didn't catch sight of anything while we were airborne," Ellie says, swinging down from the saddle and reaching up to rub the side of Artichoke's neck, her gloved fingers digging into his soft feathers to give his shoulder a scratch, pulling out the itchy down.

This part of the forest seems untouched so far, but she knows better than to think that means they're in the clear.

"But they know we have scouts, so they could be making sure to stay under cover. We should check for any caves."