Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5494158-20161011182751/@comment-5494158-20161018112304

Catching a glimpse of this while looking back, Beryl would giggle softly to herself. Though she wouldn't speak up on the moment between the two, it would still be evident that she found it to be cute. Shula meanwhile would just seem to give a slight smile, still leading onwards at this point. After a few moments however, she'd seem to stop in place as something else catches her attention: A slight rustling from the bushes nearby the trail they were heading down; hinting at some concealed movement from within the plant life, steadily making its way down through the brush by the sound of things.

"Tch..." Shula paused for a moment while taking out her morning star, arming its retractable spikes in the process, "If you're not a Grimm, then show yourself! Now!" She'd give out her warning at this point, just in case the source of the noise was actually another individual. After a few moments without a response however, her suspicions would gain more confirmation. Slowly walking towards the noise, Shula would place one hand on the brush while raising her morningstar with the other. Quickly pulling the plants to the side, she prepared to strike down whatever was lurking within. On doing so however...it seemed there was no Grimm waiting on the other side.

"...Whoa." Shula's expression quickly turned from anxiousness to one of curiosity and surprise, now slowly lowering her weapon as she looked through the opening she created in the bushes.

"Hm? What's wrong, Shula?" Beryl quickly headed over at this point, though soon stopped on seeing what she had uncovered while letting out a gasp of equal surprise: Beyond the brush was a view of what seemed to be a very large, very old looking cemetery. Gravestones jutted from the ground in a seemingly never-ending supply, with some leaning at slightly crooked angles here and there. In the distance, a worn out, broken down house could be seen; potentially the original caretaker's home, but has long since been abandoned from the look of things.