It's a while before the sun fully rises. The forest seems dark, almost foreboding when it's covered in shadows- nothing like the vibrant, passive forest it is during day. Even Kira seems scarier in the shadows. It's almost disorienting to see them slowly change from ominous to familiar as the sun rises.

hes quiet.

The forest around here seems more quiet. Still alive, but like every bit of life is distant. The trees here are a little duller, too, and some have specks of odd, crystal-like bark that he's never seen before.

hes creeped out.

The grass is also getting longer and thinner. More wispy. It's actually more like the arial grass, unlike the thick, short grass here in ignis. But, this grass is deep, almost brown, in color, not pastel like arial grass. It's also getting gradually colder as they keep going- not enough to notice immediately, but considering Skullio is from the hottest part of the fey realm he's definitely going to be aware of it.

he growled and shook himself.

"Do you want a jacket?" Kira offers politely. "There's always one or two in the satchels." She points to the little backpacks on the winter steed's sides.

he nodded and went to check.

He finds one. It's a lot bigger than him, but it'll keep him warm.

he put it on and kept going.