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Sota · 08-29-2022, 09:52 AM

For some reason Sota had decided to take a journey across the Bifrost. It'd been a long while since he'd returned to Boreas - and while he didn't intend to travel very far, he did plan on spending the better portion of the day here. Before the sun set he had intentions of heading back toward home, but not long after he made his way to the top of the fjord he realized perhaps he'd made the wrong choice. The cover of the trees had made it difficult to keep an eye on the sky but he saw now just how quickly it had grow dark and foreboding. It seemed a storm was quite literally on the horizon, and approaching fast.

Once he reached a higher vantage point, a gust of wind that whipped across the fjord threatened to topple the small man over. He clung tightly to the ground where he stood. He surveyed his surroundings, brows furrowed tightly as he began to consider his options. The storm looked ominous, like it might prove to be more dangerous than a typical afternoon thunderstorm, and he knew he needed to seek shelter - and fast. It was a shame he was so far from home, since the castle would be a perfect place to shelter from whatever inclement weather was about to roll in. But he was stuck here, and he'd have to make do; but he wouldn't start to worry until he had reason to.

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