Flycatcher Downs geometries

He, too, hovered around Kvarsheim, never straying far from Rising Sun Valley. Having reunited with his daughter, he now sought his mate. Apparently she had been here, too; that was the plan, after all. Return - and then see what would happen next. Merry never really had a plan for these things.

Merry hadn't been able to track down Inkeri yet, but she was tough, and he reckoned he'd find her soon enough. 

This morning, however, a strange outcropping of rocks had him pause and distracted in his pursuit. He stood at their bad, staring up - fascinated, within the sharp shadow they cast.

Their paths had converged, but never crossed. But Inkeri had faith in Merry and faith in fate. So she was not fussy.

Today was no different she was searching and wandering when she caught a whiff of crushed herbs and a scent that was uniquely Merry and raced towards it.

She called out as she ran. Heya Merry. Merry.