[ This path leads thus, and that path curves into the rocks, and ends here.. But there are no camps out in this direction. At least, none that Rinwell planned for. There are no zeugles here, either, not today; perhaps they might be glimpsed on the false horizon where ice meets stretches of rock and land, as dwindling packs of ice wolves vanishing into the tundra.
So the flicker of firelight in the distance, a bright spot of colour against the washed out whites and shadowy blues that make up the landscape of Cyslodia? Is as much a lure as the continued tug she can feel in the astral energy of the Horizon. That. That has to be what this place was leading her towards. But why?
Or, better yet, who? Is this what others feel when others enter their domain when present on the Horizon?
There's only one figure at the fire as best as she can tell. Her descent down the mountain's path is slow and steady, mindful of the snowy path's ability to hide pitfalls for an unwary traveler. But it isn't until she's past the halfway mark that the white owlet suddenly hoots in excitement, circling her twice, before winging his way forwards and towards the camp at speed towards whatever it is that sharp bird eyes have spied. ]
Hootle! Hootle, wait!
[ She doesn't curse, though she's certainly learned more than a few new choice phrases in her time in Cadens, but she does pick up the pace a bit, trying to make out what has him so excited. Until the warmth of the fire casts more light on the intruder in her snowy realm, making pink tresses almost glow in a way that's an unexpected punch to her chest, breath sucked in at someone so familiar being here.
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So the flicker of firelight in the distance, a bright spot of colour against the washed out whites and shadowy blues that make up the landscape of Cyslodia? Is as much a lure as the continued tug she can feel in the astral energy of the Horizon. That. That has to be what this place was leading her towards. But why?
Or, better yet, who? Is this what others feel when others enter their domain when present on the Horizon?
There's only one figure at the fire as best as she can tell. Her descent down the mountain's path is slow and steady, mindful of the snowy path's ability to hide pitfalls for an unwary traveler. But it isn't until she's past the halfway mark that the white owlet suddenly hoots in excitement, circling her twice, before winging his way forwards and towards the camp at speed towards whatever it is that sharp bird eyes have spied. ]
Hootle! Hootle, wait!
[ She doesn't curse, though she's certainly learned more than a few new choice phrases in her time in Cadens, but she does pick up the pace a bit, trying to make out what has him so excited. Until the warmth of the fire casts more light on the intruder in her snowy realm, making pink tresses almost glow in a way that's an unexpected punch to her chest, breath sucked in at someone so familiar being here.
It can't be...can it..? ]
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