10-04-2021, 02:26 AM
for @Daighre ♡
[narrow width=800]the silver wings her way from those folded falls; puts the offering for both tundrian and valerian huntsmen out of her mind. if it was anything like the henge, then it would be taken by the time she returned at the witching hour. the same could be said for the faun, the crow, and the fireheart who had entered into her company: whether all had decided to stay on or take their leave from the glen, she would not know until she trod back the way she came.
so she scouts ahead — marching out once more beyond the hinter as the skies bleed through what thin, wispful clouds yet remained. fair nose flaring, scenting and mirrorbright eyes keen and watchful for any telltale disturbance that might hopefully give way to tracks, trails. to what she hoped they would find; for if nyyrikki would not lead her, then she would make a second plea in the name of oromë and him alone.
for now, though, she continues her sole search.[/narrow]
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