Waiting game

Though he'd dragged Aryn back home, Veigar hadn't seen her since they'd arrived. Part of him knew exactly what sort of welcome would be waiting for her once she'd ushered him away upon their return - and her fearful howl had only cemented that idea in his mind. Despite being young Veigar was not naive to the ways the world worked, and even if he understood the reasons behind her inevitable punishment that didn't mean he wanted to think about them much either. Instead he placed those thoughts carefully out of his mind for a few days, though coming across her scent and knowing she was still here helped ease his anxieties. In what state, he was much less certain, but after days of wondering he decided to seek her out. "Aryn?" Veigar called out as he veered through the redbud forest in search of her. His vision was still blurry, arguably even more so now, though it was really hard to tell how quickly it was worsening... though instinctively he knew the change wasn't temporary. At least nothing yet had made him think it might be.