The morning air was crisp and cool. The wind blew through the trees, loosing the last autumn leaves into the air. Thomas moaned as he awoke with hunger gnawing at his stomach. He managed to push himself up into a sitting position, limbs still aching, but free of edelwood. He rubbed his eyes and clutched his coat closer about him.
He was going to have to get up and walk. He didn't quite remember the last time he'd eaten or drank anything, and he'd rather not stay out in the cold. His eyes scanned the ground before landing on a somewhat pointed stick. Perfect. Thomas grabbed the stick and began scraping a message in the ground. It was harder then expected and he had to dig in a bit but he managed. "DON'T WORRY. WENT FOR FOOD. BE BACK. :)"
Thomas only hoped the message would hold to be true. He expected his brother to return here looking for him, but in truth he wasn't confident he himself would be able to find his way back here. He didn't have the best sense of direction.
Taking the lantern in one hand, Thomas managed to pull himself into a standing position with the help of a nearby tree. He put one foot in front of the other, stiffly at first, praying silently that walking in this direction would bring him to food.
AN: May take a while for the next chap for anyone following this little choppy poorly thought out thing. I do know where I'm going yet ehh maybe not entirely with Quincy's POV. And yeah I know these chapters are super short? What's even up with that? Seems like this thing's just wanting to be written in little chunks.