The Woods: [LunaWolf/Aquarian]

[Aquarian_Blue]

Lightning flashes, streaking across the black, storm wrought sky above, illuminating the dozens of weathered gravestones lining the side of the rain-spattered road like so many cracked, stone teeth bursting from the muddy ground. Though the exquisite stagecoach protects those within from the harsh rain, the wooden boards and dark curtains do little to muffle the sound of the blistering wind as it blows sheets of rain down upon the muddy ground, it's howl like the lamentations of some unfortunate, long-forgotten widower, echoing through the woods. The woods of Warlburrow are a dour, blasted place, devoid of pleasant tourist attractions and beautiful weather. Instead, travelers within the woods are met with the dull thud of cold rain and sleet beating down upon the muddy ground like the slow, maddening rhythm of a funereal drum. This was not a pleasant place, even from within the safety of the stagecoach.

As the storm worsens, Theodore turns his head, glancing towards his beloved with a sympathetic expression upon his pale face.

"Everything will be fine, I promise. The storm should let up at least a little by the time we arrive. I know the situation isn't ideal, but I think it'll be healthy for us, to escape for a while. Especially with how your mother and father reacted to our engagement. Besides, I think you'll appreciate the architecture as well, the history of it all."

"My grandfather built the place, years ago. Its a lovely little getaway home."