At least to Arthur's partial credit, he hasn't stormed off for no reason. Certainly a part of it is working out the energy still buzzing through him about the fact he did end up screaming at someone, and that was frankly fucking embarrassing on his behalf to just lose it on someone like that, but...
Well, he just thinks better in motion.
And that means he's already fully aware of the fact that, if there is some way through the barrier, it almost certainly won't be close to the road enough to be visible. Even if he can't tell exactly what he is looking for, but if he hits something interesting it might well be related.
Though he's surprised, actually - he does have some experience with forests, in his life, thanks to the Boys Brigade, though he can't say he's spent much there recently that wasn't running for his life. But it's almost peaceful, in how quiet it is, almost completely silent as a breeze wraps around his shoulders - not even birds or any animals in the undergrowth, startled by a blind limey bastard stomping through the place. And so far, while he's definitely found a few roots or divots on the uneven ground, he hasn't passed through any trees when he stays close to the barrier, or any stumps.
It's all... strange. Surreal in a subtle way you'd have to know to notice.
But his cane doesn't give him any particularly useful feedback, when the ground is so uneven with sludgy grass and muddy snow. So it's a surprise to Arthur when he steps into a deep enough divot that it catches his ankle, and he goes down with a yelp of surprise to slap into the half-melted dirt.
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Well, he just thinks better in motion.
And that means he's already fully aware of the fact that, if there is some way through the barrier, it almost certainly won't be close to the road enough to be visible. Even if he can't tell exactly what he is looking for, but if he hits something interesting it might well be related.
Though he's surprised, actually - he does have some experience with forests, in his life, thanks to the Boys Brigade, though he can't say he's spent much there recently that wasn't running for his life. But it's almost peaceful, in how quiet it is, almost completely silent as a breeze wraps around his shoulders - not even birds or any animals in the undergrowth, startled by a blind limey bastard stomping through the place. And so far, while he's definitely found a few roots or divots on the uneven ground, he hasn't passed through any trees when he stays close to the barrier, or any stumps.
It's all... strange. Surreal in a subtle way you'd have to know to notice.
But his cane doesn't give him any particularly useful feedback, when the ground is so uneven with sludgy grass and muddy snow. So it's a surprise to Arthur when he steps into a deep enough divot that it catches his ankle, and he goes down with a yelp of surprise to slap into the half-melted dirt.