Even the gods envy mortals

Absinth had not had the same rest time as Aresenn. Well, she hadn't had any at all. She had taken a different route in hopes of exploration on their return, which had led her to quite the number of interesting encounters. All of which would have to be left to think on later, because she had just reached the border of the Sound when the call rang out. The promised summons. Sephiran. She counted herself lucky that she'd made it back just in time. She was sure her travel companion had been back ages ago, and reported back to the Saxe boy already. Perhaps this call was to address the scouting. Only one way to find out.

The monochromatic fae took off again at a quick speed, paws finding their purchase in the eternal snow the terrain had to offer her. The cold whipped at her face, but it was as though it only hardened her features in preparation for the gathering she would discover she was being commanded into. She steeled herself, pushing back any and all fatigue from her body to show no signs of weakness. The scent of multiple wolves, five of them familiar to her hit her as she burst into the clearing and slowed to a trot. Her striking gaze drifted over all present as she processed the situation with ease. Sephiran. Aresenn. Yarrabelle. Auriga. Aurelia. These souls she knew, and to each, she flashed a delighted grin; emeralds sparking with excitement for their shared time or activities together. Well, aside from Sephiran - to whom she gave an intently curious glance.

To the strangers, she merely met their gaze if they offered the same.

Absinth ended her approach by taking a position near Aresenn, but leaving space enough to prove them individuals despite their newfound closeness. She shot him his own greeting, a knowing look held within her green orbs before focusing her sole attention on Sephiran and his interesting hoard.

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