If You Can't See The Sky There's To Much Artificial Light [Xanilov Kids + Diarmuid]

Dómari combed through the scents of various flora, trying to pick out what he was looking for. His brow furrowed as he caught a scent that wasn't floral but vaguely familiar. He ignored it, wasn't anything threatening and he needed to focus. Being on his own and getting into trouble as he usually did meant having a good supply of medicine on hand was essential to his survival and there it was again, that familiar scent! Sigleif!

His heart was starting to race as he set about tracking the scent, desperation focusing his mind as he trailed it. He could feel fear welling up in his stomach. Doubt threatening to drown him again. How many times had he gone chasing scents, certain he'd found his family only to be led to a dead-end. He wasn't sure he could handle that again, not again. If he were smart he'd stop right now but still he pushed on. And then there were more scents! Alarik? Diarmuid?

He heard a voice cry out and returned the call. "Alarik! Alarik is that you! I'm over here! I'm-"

A chill ran down Dómari's spine as he broke through the brush and looked up to see Sigleif. He took a step back, uncertain for a moment if it was really her or a ghost. He hadn't heard voices before and she looked so real. "Siggy?" Dómari started to cry and raced toward her intent on burying his face in the scruff of her neck, boogers and all, he didn't care!