Sightseeing
This was the farthest he'd traveled so far. After he'd left Valhalla for a short while the other day, Aramis had come to realize that time away was exactly what he needed. He had spent too long shut up in the darkness of the dens with his mother. He needed to stretch his legs and push his limits a little bit. He needed to feel alive. Of course, he'd never disappear from Valhalla for more than two or three days at a time. He wouldn't want to worry his family, and besides, his mother was ill and in need of his help. But it felt wonderful to run off and explore from time to time.
This place... he'd been here before, as a pup. His father had taken him here. He remembered tumbling around on the rippling terrain with his sister. It had been a far less complicated time, and he was grateful to have such happy memories of it. But he was able to appreciate the beauty of this place on a much deeper level now. Aramis stood transfixed, his blue eyes tracing the wild curves and ripples that lay ahead of him. Like an ocean made of stone.
After several moments, he began walking again. But he kept his pace slow, giving him time to look around and really soak things in. It was therapeutic, being alone with his thoughts like this. It gave him ample opportunity to process the events of the past, and look ahead to the future. Aramis felt a smile spread across his face as he caught sight of a tall, magnificent rock formation up ahead. His blue eyes grew brighter as he approached it, wondering how such a monument could have been created. How many years of wind and rain had sculpted it? How many more years would it continue to stand?
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