Must be walking in circles

As much as Scald wanted to leave with Deluge, too much shit had been happening. And as much as he wanted to say that their parents were capable, he didn't really believe in that either. Why didn't their father have the balls to kick the ingrates from their ranks? Why had their mother been hiding for months only to appear right as that dog arrived? Not that it was any of his business... Until Flurry had screamed in his face about being upset about them leaving. Not that Scald really care to make his sister happy, but he couldn't really put a paw on it. Something about the little ones being heathens, Flurry attempting to mend old wounds, and their parents' relationship on the rocks made Scald concerned.

On a flimsy tip, Scald had left the isle in someone else's paws so he could go search for Deluge. Heading farther north than he had ever traveled, he stopped to admire the cathedral. It was tall, regal, and glistening with ice. Very... Deluge of her to be here. Though it was barren and hardly a place for scent to linger, he could catch wafts her and Dread every so often. Surely they were still here...

And indeed they were.

His nails clicked against slick stone as he slipped his way into the cathedral. Stopping to once more admire the extravagance of the interior, he didn't look down until Deluge popped her head over one of the pews. A brow raised before he rolls his eyes. "Get decen' will ya?" He scoffs before heading down the aisle toward the front of the room. Passing by his sister and Dread without a second look, Scald doesn't stop until he's standing in front of the podium and his chin is tilted up to examine the ornate design on the ceiling.

PAVIN' MY OWN PATH