Beat like a heart thats painted in gold

[ooc]For Siggy, but open to another[/ooc]

Dusk was falling across the lands when the monochrome wolf finally slowed her steps. The grasses that rolled out before her had a familiarity to them, the way the wind whispered through them like a long forgotten lullaby.

Hush, hush...

The Archer child bristled, shame and guilt twisting in her gut until it was all she could do to suppress the urge to wretch all over the ground. The act of subtly lowering her head to ease the nausea was enough to bring the distant mountain into focus, silhouetted against the setting sun.

For a moment, it was enough that her guilt was forgotten, the lash licking at her heels subsided, for all she didn’t want to stay in this place that reminded her so much of her folly. After all, she had been thinking of them all. They just failed to see it that way. The haste of youth had thwarted her grand scheme in the end, but it wasn’t a lesson she would soon forget.

The looming (mountain?) brought to mind whispers of stories from her youth, both her mother and Cela, and even father had spoken of the before, of the place her eldest siblings were born, and somewhere it seemed Odin one day wished to stake a claim, but lacked the backbone or the brains. Whitestone...?

She tipped her nose towards the horizon, grey eyes finally finding her yearling companion, and wondering how much longer it would take Vareth to catch them up. “We should go check that out...” It would probably take them until early morning to reach it if they stopped now to rest. Sedna had been pushing hard up until this point after all, but she didn’t want her brother mad at her for killing his kid because she was too undisciplined to keep up.