It'd been a little touch and go for a while but after finally leaving Glaciem and properly reuniting with his parents, Kismet found that he simply couldn't wait any longer. He'd made a promise and one that he not only intended to keep but desperately wanted to. He needed to see Warja, give her the wonderful news that he was free and certainly mention nothing about Isardis nearly stopping them and although he had been eager to see both Azalea and Sarak again, even Soren asking him to stay probably wouldn't have held Kismet back. He'd given his family an explanation of sorts and whether it was good enough or not he didn't care, as he began his journey East to find Warja.
It didn't cross his mind for even a moment that perhaps her family could have moved elsewhere since their last meeting, even if they had Mount Volkan would still be the first place he'd check and his mismatched eyes kept focussing upon it, heart jumping with anticipation each time he looked up and realised that he was getting closer and closer and at last he was finally there.
The evening was setting in, the sky starting to darken slightly as the winter night threatened to arrive though so close now Kismet simply couldn't stop now. The thought of resting wouldn't cross his mind as he continued onwards and upwards, nose intensely seeking to find Warja's scent and he would only pause as he reached the borders that the family had marked out. A part of him wished to ignore it, carry onwards all the same to avoid any further delay to seeing her again though respectfully he would stop himself and let out a call for Warja, eyes peering ahead and he eagerly searched, hoping to see her approaching.
