A river flowing through the land, cutting through like a scar.  A deep gash, but one that he's familiar with.  The curves of it, the way it flows and plays... he knows this river.  Raw autumn day clinging to his sides along with the chill, Ivy walks the bank carefully.  Tense.  It's quiet, relatively so at least.  It's too cold and too damp to make for attractive swimming weather.  

Truthfully, Ivy doesn't know what he was looking for out here.  He doesn't know what he was hoping to find.  Some sign that they really had been here?  Anything familiar, anything... anything that was left?  He knows the river.  He's walked these banks.  It's all familiar, but there's nothing left.  With an ache blooming in his chest, Ivy peers out over the river.  

"Speech"

Gimli sent her out on a request to track down something called...a platypus? He said it was some sort of beaver looking creature but with a ducks bill, it could lay eggs, and it had poison spurs?? Honestly, she felt like he was messing with her because what kind of creature like that existed!? It sounded all sorts of made up! Still, she headed out anyway if only to entertain him this time...she followed along the edge of the river, passing spots that reminded her of her childhood. When Valentine and all of her siblings were around. They had all scattered to the four winds since, and it had been a long time since she'd seen any of them. How long? She wasn't sure. Did it matter anymore, anyway? She had found a new life among the vikings, and every other day she considered abandoning the Regni name...they had been given that until they proved themselves. But with Valentine gone and her mother dead, would she ever even earn the Finnvi or Imperialis name? Surely she would have by now... She frowned, brows knitting together in thought as her pace slower, the search for the platypus just about forgotten as her thoughts drifted elsewhere. Her gaze cast toward the water every other step before eventually rising to find her path ahead. It was then she spotted a vaguely familiar form, the coat unmistakable as it was similar to her own. Now that was a face she had not seen in a long time. Denthar jr en grumz jeg hef ekk seen e en lag jemed." Her tongue slipped naturally into the language that Gimli had taught her, as they often spoke to one another in the language he preferred. She often forgot others didn't know how to speak it. **Translation: "That is a face I have not seen in a long time."** "Brida"

All this land, and the river runs through it. Ivy knows this river, and as he studies the banks, there's something cathartic. Something strange, something... far away. Walking the banks, feeling the way his paws shift in the sand now that he's fully grown. The voices of his caretakers, of his siblings, play like a staticky radio from another room, printed on his memory.

Ivy's gaze turned from the water to the beach, curious as it dances upon the opposite edge. A girl, blue, taller than him... but the way she carries herself. There's something familiar about it. It's as Ivy squints, as he stares, that she finally speaks. Though the words aren't any he recognizes, he knows that voice.

"Fuck... Brida?" Disbelief coloring his expression, the boy is quick to jump to the water, and begin paddling to the opposite edge. "It's really you." Coming up on the correct edge, coming closer. Overwhelmed for a moment as he comes closer, his pace slows. Almost worried she'd turn to smoke before his eyes.

"Speech"