The sky was dark and the clouds covered it as Horo and the guard moved amidst the vegetation, finding a bit of soft ground amidst some small-leaved bushes, with good cover from all sides, and a roof by tall tree branches giving the two of them cover from any rain there as well. The guard moved with Horo, the two of them a bit away from the camp by then, well within shouting reach if they wanted to be really loud, but yet far enough that a casual shout would not reach that distance, at least not amidst the trees.<br/><br/>The wind rustled bushes, and it was easy to believe old folklore of satyrs, nymphs and pixies watching people in forests like that, in the dark, hidden away from sight, and with curiosity in their eyes. The guard following Horo and the state of Horo's undress were enough to give any possible onlookers a reason to keep looking though, but as far as the two of them knew, only they were out in the forest at that location, a distant bird calling out for a mate, and another bird answering in the distance, a wind blowing gently, brushing along both Horo's and the guard's skin.<br/><br/>(( OOC: I was asked to set the stage, but I'm going to step out of this thread otherwise. Niccikotor and Muse, be my guests then. ))