they won't know I'm missing 'til they pull me out the mystic

Ara was rather disgruntled with the longer walk across the frigid cold that she had to take.Even though Poe hadn’t known of her arrival, a part of her had still expected to see his familiar reddish form sitting, waiting, patiently at the shore for her. Instead, she had found Manea, and after a good long catch up her cousin had given her some pointers on where to look.

It was a long trek, and her paws were frozen solid. She had found rather a lot of exciting expletives to call him under her breath by the time she finally stumbled upon Poe, near the icy and very frozen lake. He was just tossing something aside that glinted like ice under the midday sun. shaking ice from his giant form and lumbering to his big oofy paws. “What, no greeting for your favourite sister?” she teased him, her tail still behind her, and her brows raised expectantly at him. She was all but tapping her paw with impatience. “I travel all the way to this Boreas place or whatever, and then I still have to climb half a frozen mountain to find you? You really are trying to escape me, aren’t you. Stinky.”

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