hiking was a hobby that rarely interested wednesday - unless the destination was a cemetery. to her, retreating into nature was only as interesting as the bodies she’d find.

alas, she had somehow ended up following you up a mountainside. whilst it was hardly everest, the combination of poor weather and the sheer amount of walking had certainly worn her down.

her tiredness isn’t due to poor attire, either. her feet are covered in thick leather boots, legs in wide-fitting trousers, and her torso in a combination of a striped sweater and a bulky jacket. and that damned snood.

the mountainside was certainly serene, almost too quiet. she could hear the gravel beneath her boots, your laboured breathing…it was oddly calming. wednesday does not like the calm.

“is this what you expected?” she murmurs out, breaking the ambience with her usual snark.