Roots

Weaving around a precarious column of rocks Harbringr completed his climb, gazing out across the canyon that cut down into the ground, creating the landscape that made up their new domain. It was a pretty if barren land. The rock was striped in gold and orange and rust. Various rock pillar stretched up from the canyon floor and various ridges. The spring sun had broken free from the clouds for a moment but on the horizon he could see dark grey clouds gathering, their undersides growing dark and thick with rain. With a little luck they'd grace the redwater rocks and quench a thirsting land.

He'd been restless and unable to settle down and so he'd decided to explore their homeland a bit more. He still wasn't sure what to make of his new position as Daimyo. Harbringr made note to talk with Deathbelle if he hadn't settled on a course of action by the turn of summer. A soft voice called out his name. A familiar voice. He cranked his head around a pillar of rocks to see Zeitgeist. He grinned and spoke teasingly.

"Well, well. If it isn't Mrs. Sirius! How are you doing Zee?"