Horseshoe Overlook was a beautiful camp, of course, but it was beginning to get old; the constant routine was becoming too repetitive.

Arthur caught on after a while and offered to take you out for a while. While the two of you were exploring the woods, horses trailing behind the two of you walked hand in hand—fingers interlaced. You looked around the woods with warm, curious eyes. It'd been a while since you'd gotten out of camp; even the most boring woods seemed interesting—well, this one definitely was, and you didn't keep it to yourself either, gasping out.

Arthur's head darted in your direction, head raised and eyes wide like an alert dear, expecting some sort of predator or danger, but he was only met with a patch of flowers in the grass, illuminated stunningly by the light that shone through the thick trees.

His shoulders dropped and he relaxed—as best as he could in the forest—and let your hand go as you went to pick the flowers, following with you and crouching down to explain to you what each and every one was and how you could use them.