Big dreams that take us far away
Sigrun & Sirius
07-28-2020, 08:45 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-28-2020, 09:13 PM by Sigrún.)
Sigrún noted the subtle shift in Sedna's features, but chose not to push the boundary any further. The fact that they would need the safety such a pack had to offer while they figured this strange world out was indisputable, and Mortis' easygoing attitude was a welcome change of pace.
Sirius announced their arrival, and spoke of a sister pack of sorts. That was fascinating in and of itself, but there would be time for questions later. For now, she chose to trail behind the others, taking in all of the new sights and scents the Armada had to offer. She had never set foot in her grandmother's birthplace, and yet this place reminded her of the stories she'd told. Perhaps it was the obelisk that hinted at the Scowle, or the willows that spoke to the Ridge. The feeling it elicited within her was strange, and almost uncomfortable. For the first time, Sigrun felt small in this big world.
Peachy eyes flickered to Mortis as he returned, supplies draped over his back, and then to Sedna as she spoke, "I'd also like to be closer to the willows, if that's okay."