If You Can't See The Sky There's To Much Artificial Light [Xanilov Kids + Diarmuid]
02-17-2017, 10:53 PM
Call it instinct, but Sigleif knew just where to go. After a hard swim back to shore, her internal compass had tugged her to the north. With no other idea where to begin, it seemed as good as any. Sig's long stride easily ate up the terrain. It was not long at all before she found herself facing a range of mountains, following a rumor from a halfwit she'd bumped into along the way, and a hunch. Her family's face mask was fairly distinct, though hardly exclusive. She didn't want to get her hopes up too high. In the distance she saw a mountain peak with a magnificent waterfall plunging off of it's face. Well, it had certainly drawn her attention. She set off. Her heart was in her throat as Sigleif began to examine the paths she found along the way. Deer, deer, and then a scent, something achingly familiar. "Dom?" she whispered, under her breath and in disbelief. Was it true? She raced along through the trees, leaping a small stream and many a fallen log. She let out a howl, calling for him, letting him know she was there. Domari's scent was all over this place, as if he had been in the area for quite some time. But where was he? She slowed to a stop, frustration evident in her body language. She let out a huff. The wind was dead, and presumably Domari had spent a fair bit of time in the area because Sig struggled to make heads or tails of it. |
