It would have been clear by now that the warmth of the sun should have reached them, though someone or something kept it at bay. Luckily, the effort of cutting into each tree brought about some increased body heat.<br/><br/>Aluren had fallen silent during this, only giving a simple nod to Isabella’s optimistic words. It took time, the chilling breeze, as though holding a life of its own passed by them three times, marking that it had been a half hour by the time Aluren’s movements paused after marking his tree. His head was turned slightly to the left, focusing on the next tree beside him. “It’s here.” He softly muttered, voice lightly rasped from a lack of fluids.<br/><br/>Taking a step away from the trees, the old, dying oak would be seen before them, still marked as were each tree after it until the thick fog consumed the rest. “How can this be?” He’d look to Isabella, seemingly perplexed as he looked into her silver eyes as if she’d know the answer.  “We kept the sun to our shoulder, It is nearly noon and the damned thing did nothing to bring us warmth, and now fails us in our travels?! It is nearly noon and I do not remember traveling for nearly five hours, girl.” It would seem like he was ready to blame anything at this point in his rising anger.<br/><br/>The sun marked it was around 10am though whether or not its movements were faster or not, the knight had no idea, nor did he really comprehend such a thought in this state.