Foreign Flowers, Native Herbs

Artemy had been called away not so long ago – to help tend to a few of the residents of the Shekhen, now moved further out into the steppe. Daniil had offered to go, but Artemy had just shaken his head and said he'd send word if he needed help. Still, on the morning of his departure...It had only been that his neck looked empty. That his regular scarf hadn't matched his heavy brown coat. That he had looked cold, somehow.Or... no. Not cold, but lonely. Like he was going to be lonely.-Daniil and Artemy exchange scarves. Their loved ones notice.