What the Cat Dragged In
10-29-2014, 10:29 AM
Astrid stood atop a dry ridge, scowling down into the depression below. How hard could it be to find one band of roving idiots? She'd be gone long enough, it was time to check back in and make sure everyone was, ya know, alive. She'd come across Aksel by sheer luck, and it had sparked this damned curiosity and now... she sighed. At least it was a bit warmer here, if nothing else. Winter was hot on her heels, and she would do what she could to escape it's grasp. The young fae was in no hurry to return to the northeastern parts of the realm, and so in all honesty was not in the biggest hurry to find her kin. Should've dragged my brat of a brother along with me, she mused. At least then I wouldn't be bored. Up until that point she hadn't been able to find her family or even some herbalist to teach her a thing or two. She would have settled for either. She eyed one of the nearby low-growing spiky trees with distrust. She had done what she could with the parts of the plant that were salvageable, grinding and smashing them, scenting them and leaving them in wait to see if the local fauna would sample them, all to no avail. As of now, they were a mystery, and the frustrating one at that. She groaned, starting to get pissed, and starting to wonder what the hell was she even doing there anyways. |