Let Me Open My Eyes

Caelia had been relatively scarce as of late as compared to usual. The strangely intense winter that had settled over the west, bringing a rare amount of snow, had left her feeling oddly... something. Knowing precisely what she was feeling and why wasn't one of Caelia's biggest strengths, mostly because she found solace in burying her discomfort deep in her chest and hoping somehow that would rid her of any worries. Of course things never quite worked that way, but that wouldn't stop her from trying anyway. At least the presence of others always helped deter her from that mental tug-of-war, and once she stumbled across Dómari's scent she decided to trail after him and see what he was up to today.

The last time she'd really talked to him was that beach party. Her memories of that night were foggy at best, but she vaguely remembered encouraging him to talk to someone... Justice? Yes, that'd been it. Part of her wondered if he'd followed through, but she wasn't really one to pry into the affairs of others, at least not when she was sober. Crossing the snowy plains, she finally drew closer to him and offered him a faint smile and a polite dip of her head. "Dómari," she started, with all the pleasantness she reserved for packmates and few others. "Is this season treating you well so far?" It was definitely an uncharacteristic one for Valhalla and its inhabitants, and she wouldn't be surprised if others were having difficult adjusting too.