-The Unnamed Woods-
-Nether Regions-
Andras watched his little show, knowing that this endeavor would end up with Reqiel being completely drenched. His expression was bright and open as it was only around the Angel who nearly fell forward while rolling up his pant leg, but it didn't completely dissipate the swirling darkness in the depths of his eyes.
He generously handed the crude spear to Reqiel, whose determination made his eyes sparkle, the Angel waded into the brook barefoot, nothing like the Prince he had been raised as.
Andras drifted closer, ready to catch Reqiel if the Angel slipped on the wet rocks underfoot. The brook was wide, it was shallow on the sides and deeper in the middle, and clear enough to see the little fishes darting around the river bed.
