A walk trough the snow

With Teles not here at the moment, Boo was bored. Painfully so! The Nyulop had excused herself, wanting to help someone else out with her magic. Which wasn't unreasonable. But still! What was Boo supposed to do now?

With an exaggerated groan, he threw himself backward onto his bed. The wooden frame creaked beneath him. He stared up at the ceiling for a few moments, watching shadows dance across the beams as sunlight filtered through the window. Nothing. No ideas. No excitement. Just boredom.

He supposed he could practise magic by himself. Would Teles feel left out if he did that? He sighed. Better not to take the risk. Teles had quickly become a cherished friend of his, and he wouldn't want to ruin that.

He grumbled, dragging himself up. He hadn't been in the forest for a while- a walk would be nice. It was surely better than lying around all day. Wandering out of the village, he waved at a few of his friends as he walked past. Children ran trough the village, their laugther echoing trough the village.. It was a beautiful day, if you ignored the snow. It had actually warmed up some for once, putting many of the Xaaidans in a good, hopeful mood. The snow stayed, though, and the elders seemed hesitant to confirm anything.

Boo followed the familiar paths, snow crunching under his feet as he went. The weather had been odd, but Boo wasn't entirely unhappy about it. Despite how ominous it was, he quite enjoyed the snow, and the community had really come together in the last few months. He shook his head, banishing the thoughts from his head. It'd be better if the snow left again soon.

Soon enough, the first trees came into view. The trees towered over him, leaves shielding him from the sun. The tree's branches drooped slightly, heavy with snow. Tiny snowflakes drifted lazily through the air despite the clear sky, shaken loose from the branches by the occasional breeze. As always, the forest looked magical.

Boo wasn't sure where he was going. He supposed he was just wandering.

He stopped occasionally, mostly to investigate the plants growing along the forest path. Unbeknownst to him, his interest in the plants was leading him further and further away from the path.

"Now what are *you*?" he said, kneeling down next to a small, bush-like plant. "Are those berries? I could go for some berries right now..." he picked at the bush some, stashing some of the berries in the bag he had brough along. "Maybe I can share some with Teles later..."

Suddenly, boo heard a noise behind him. He jumped up in surprise, looking around to find the source of the noise. He couldn't find anything at first, but eventually he saw something in a tree. Nestled in-between the leaves sat a little Taddler. Boo tilted his head. It didn't look like any Taddler he had ever seen. It was a strange brown colour with green. And moss on it's back?

As it scurried further up the tree, Boo closed his bag. He must've scared the poor creature. He quickly grabbed some more berries from the bush. He dropped them in the snow. "Sorry for spooking you little guy! Have some of these." he frowned, stumbling upon a realization. "Ah I'm not sure if you eat fruit, actually. Well, if you don't then share them with a friend! Please don't eat anything that will upset your stomach, little fella."

With that, he pulled himself back up, trudging further into the forest. The snow had gotten deeper now. He frowned, scolding himself for going off of the path in the first place. Let's see the sun was setting in that direction... So then the village would be that way? Or maybe that way... He sighed. Picking up pace, he ventured further. Probably best to pick a direction and stick to it.

After a while, Boo stumbled upon some markers. He frowned. He didn't remember those being near any of the paths he usually took. Still, someone must have put these here, so surely if he followed them, he'd eventually get back to at least one of the villages. He nodded to himself, the logic seemed sound. At least the berries he picked would stay nice and cool in his bag. On a hot summer day they'd quickly spoil.

The path here did seem more walked on. He sighed gratefully. Ploughing trough the snow had quickly become exhausting, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep it up. That's what he gets for trying to take a nice walk, he thought to himself.