Dark Times
A season. A while season has passed since she's seen her companion. The vixen has been to almost every corner of Alacritis in search of him. Despite the heavy rains and flooding she has been searching day and night. There were no trails or hints, no word or signs of him anywhere. Every time she felt like she was onto something she would hit a dead end. A small shred of hope still lived within her, but it was dwindling more and more each day. She would not quit until she found an answer. She is a woman who needs closure to move on, so even if she found her companion in shreds, she would welcome the answer. Her quest is the reasoning behind her sudden appearance here. Although she has previously skimmed over the falls a few weeks ago she's come back for a second look. Marco could have easily gone exploring and have slipped off a rock. He was an adventurous wolverine, always thinking he could take on the world, including a 30+ foot drop from a cliff. It wouldnt surprise her if the falls had claimed his life.So the nymph quietly circles the large pool of water at the very base of the falls. Her nose is down toward the damp earth, her nostrils flaring as she inhales the moist air around her. So far there are no signs of Marco, but she didn't want to give up just yet. Eventually she would climb the falls, but for now she would check out the base for a bit. |
OOC: gonna say she hadn't noticed him yet because I'm not sure if he's up towards the top or if he's at the bottom of the falls. I can always edit this if I need to! :)
