A reunion

Corvus wasn't even sure he should be coming all this way, but it'd been ages since he'd seen Ignis and he wanted to know he was alive and well. Abaven had been relatively cut off from the rest of the world since the volcano's eruption, and for good reason; but now that things had begun to calm down, he decided it was safe enough to go take a quick trip up north again. If he was unlucky enough to be passing by Mount Volkan when it decided to erupt a second time.. well, he'd just have to accept his fate.

But it seemed no such misfortune was about to befall him. His journey to Winterfell was uneventful, though he made some observations along the way. The sky seemed eerily dark still, especially close to the volcano, and some of the closest lands still lay dusted with ash. He was grateful to redirect himself to the north, and after a journey longer than he remembered it, he arrived at Winterfell's borders. It was just before sunfall, and he was tired from the long trek - hopefully his presence wouldn't be intrusive, at least for a short while. He was glad to be coming under better circumstances than last time, too. Eventually, after a short while sitting at the border, he lifted his head and called for his closest friend.