Everything is Under Control

*Ræsa* · (This post was last modified: 11-13-2017, 02:53 PM by Ræsa.)

Ræsa had woken days past with an odd feeling in her bones. It wasn't something she could quantify or even remotely explain. She'd risen amidst the frost and fog of a late fall and struck out for the north with little to no explanation for her actions. Bodolf was understandably confused, but he'd quietly accepted the fact that his friend was a bit short of words at the time. Asking for explanation would earn him nothing but an icy stare, so why bother? Anyways, it was obvious that the wolf was preoccupied, and so they travelled with haste.

Near the Red Forest Ræsa caught the scent of her sisters and faintly beneath them another familiar scent. She gasped, recognizing what might have brought her here. She picked her gait up to a steady lope, tracking their scents easily once she entered into the forest's grasp. Her search led her to the side of a small stream, finding her family situated there on it's bank. Her sisters seemed to be in fine condition, and Katja seemed to be in about the condition Ræsa would expect, but of course it was difficult to know without actually interacting with them. Of course, that is not to say she wasted any time doing so.

Ræsa rushed forward, never quite as reserved as she liked to imagine herself being, but mastered herself once perceiving what she felt to be a more somber mood. Even her best efforts had carried her far afield, and she was gracious for whatever had inspired the urge to travel north. She was glad to see each of them, and keenly aware that time was a friend to no one, having a tendency to get away from you. "Mother, Runa, Naudir," she said gently, nodding to each of them in turn and offering wide smiles. For all of her attempts to affect a cold, distant persona she had come to respect in others, she couldn't quite bring it to the surface when faced with her family, nor did she really bother to try.
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