02-14-2022, 10:30 PM
She wasn't certain why they were going all the way out here. The small raven-child her mate had decided to foster had suddenly bounced into Valeska's den in a tizzy, wings fluttering like a startled chicken as she breathlessly sputtered out a long string of incomprehensible words. She couldn't seem to pick a language, noisily falling in and out of both Common and Ravenspeech, before Amaranth entered silently behind her and was able to better articulate the request.
Even then, it was unclear. Something about a pack led by a raven, living within mountains that overlooked the sea - Valeska grimaced. She remembered the ocean well enough. Too salty, too briny; and seagulls were demons of the sky. Still, it meant something to Sylvie, and because it meant so much to the child, Amaranth felt compelled to satisfy the keening demands of her charge. They had left Mordecai and Harper to keep watch over Fate's Respite in their absence, rightly guessing the journey would take several days, and left at dawn earlier in the week. Krakarak led the way - he spoke incessantly during the journey, mostly filling Sylvie's head with grandiose promises and stories of questionable credibility, but at least it kept the little bird entertained.
Sylvie sat nestled at the nape of Amaranth's neck, curiously still, but no less excited than she was upon first rolling into the den. Valeska sighed. What could they possibly gain from this trip other than sore paws and discovering yet another one of Krakarak's empty claims?
In short order they had arrived, and the pale wolf found herself more pleased than she had initially thought. It was cold, here - almost bitterly so - and snow covered the landscape all around, falling in big, soft flakes that melted on the tip of her nose. A great valley yawned before them, chunks of ice floating haphazardly down the river that divided it against the soft glow of sunset.
“Well,” she began, turning to her companions. “We are here, and it certainly smells of Krakarak, if there is nothing else.”
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Even then, it was unclear. Something about a pack led by a raven, living within mountains that overlooked the sea - Valeska grimaced. She remembered the ocean well enough. Too salty, too briny; and seagulls were demons of the sky. Still, it meant something to Sylvie, and because it meant so much to the child, Amaranth felt compelled to satisfy the keening demands of her charge. They had left Mordecai and Harper to keep watch over Fate's Respite in their absence, rightly guessing the journey would take several days, and left at dawn earlier in the week. Krakarak led the way - he spoke incessantly during the journey, mostly filling Sylvie's head with grandiose promises and stories of questionable credibility, but at least it kept the little bird entertained.
Sylvie sat nestled at the nape of Amaranth's neck, curiously still, but no less excited than she was upon first rolling into the den. Valeska sighed. What could they possibly gain from this trip other than sore paws and discovering yet another one of Krakarak's empty claims?
In short order they had arrived, and the pale wolf found herself more pleased than she had initially thought. It was cold, here - almost bitterly so - and snow covered the landscape all around, falling in big, soft flakes that melted on the tip of her nose. A great valley yawned before them, chunks of ice floating haphazardly down the river that divided it against the soft glow of sunset.
“Well,” she began, turning to her companions. “We are here, and it certainly smells of Krakarak, if there is nothing else.”
@Amaranth @Krakarak @Ragnar
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