Warja had been thinking and the more thinking she'd done the more restless she'd become. Her father was out there somewhere. Kismet too. Two of the most important people in her life were missing. She hadn't liked the idea of Kismet going by himself to look for Rune, but the giant lump had been stubborn enough to sneak off when she wasn't looking. He hadn't even said good-bye. When she found out she'd been so pissed and so hurt that she'd stayed in Yfir instead of following like she wanted to. Until then she hadn't known it was possible to be so wounded without an actual bleeding wound. It felt silly to be so upset, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't rein the hurt in.
The weeks had turned to months and months to seasons without even a whiff of Kismet. Over time her hurt had faded and while she was still miffed enough with him that she intended to chew his nose off next time they met Warja was now very concerned for his safety. It wasn't like him to not check in. He'd always checked in. Always. For him not to meant something had to have gone wrong. She just couldn't shake the feeling.
Tipping back her head Warja called for Katja. Her mind was made up. She wasn't going to get any rest until she knew what happened to not only her friend, but her father. They had to be found.
