We raise our chalices to fallen combatants
Claire
08-06-2022, 01:20 PM
Warm sunlight bathed the land in its light as two figures moved across the flat landscape known as the Algoma Prarie. The warmer temperatures were welcome in the South, especially when the woman’s base was in the North. She had returned there briefly to meet with her brother again, a bit of reassurance that all was well, and then she had left again. Ngurulivu was content with wandering the world, though she knew it served a dual purpose. She hadn’t forgotten about their remaining sibling, Claire, nor the promise she had made to the three of them. Nuru had told her brothers that if nothing else she’d ensure that Claire knew what had happened to Faolan, even if it took the rest of her days. But now she had a bit of an edge to her search… and perhaps it was oddly fitting, Ngurulivu thought. Her sky blue gaze shifted to the skies above her where, winging on high, her newest travel companion made his way above her. He was already keeping her pace rather well and the woman was grateful for it. The kestrel, a bit of a bold and even cocky individual, had welcomed the idea of traveling with a wolf. Whether it was out of pure boredom, or perhaps some great intervention, Ngurulivu didn’t know. What she did know was that Splatter seemed here to stay. “Hey, Ruu,” The bird called to her using the nickname that her siblings tended to favor. “Wolf ahead, silver and gray coloration. Shall we check it out?” Nuru’s ears perked at this. It could be her sister, though she didn’t want to get her hopes up just yet. She hadn’t seen Claire in so long she could have literally been anywhere in Boreas or Auster at this point, though she had been hesitant to head to Auster… It was like Boreas but different, and the further she traveled the further away from her brother she would be. It wouldn’t be fair to go that far without Flo. She drew in a breath and called back to her companion. “We’re going. Lead the way!” "Talk, 'Think.' |