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And 'isn't' were - Arbiter - January 12, 2021
@Lumiya, backdated to.. Whenever? If this doesn't work LMK!
She'd started the trek home through the storm. Alone (unless something changes). The weather matched her mood. This was not the way her life was supposed to be. It felt like it was all somehow a waste. Everything.
She'd moved south first, towards the foot of the mountains to help keep her direction as she moved back towards the Bypass. She had to think of what she'd say to Royal. It wouldn't be an easy conversation to tell the girl that she'd been essentially left behind by her other two littermates. Arbiter would do what she could
Perhaps it was because she was in thought, but the weather didn't have as much effect on her as it might have if she was consciously paying attention. Occasionally an ear would twist, her gaze would drift, but she was traveling, wondering how she might change things.
RE: And 'isn't' were - Lumiya - January 15, 2021
Something was brewing, other than the storm. She felt it in the way the wind made a chill run down her spine, the electricity in the air... Something was amiss, or was going to be amiss, but she hadn't the faintest idea what. Often she could feel things coming, or at least pretended to in a way, as her predictions weren't always right... Still, either she was stressed to a point where she was imagining something bad was going to happen, or it was really going to happen. Either of those things weren't great.
She'd traveled further than intended, looking for a sign of a herd or perhaps a long lost acquaintance - any sign of the Fates that it was going to be alright. She hadn't found it yet... which worried her. Usually her feet didn't itch with adventure when there was nothing to be gained.
Her ears swiveled at the sound of footfalls in the distance. Now, who was crazy enough to travel at a time like this, other than herself? Someone else in distress about something?
RE: And 'isn't' were - Arbiter - January 18, 2021
She had noticed a little while after, coming from the wrong direction for it to have been her children changing their minds and tagging along. She could hope that would somehow be the case, but it was unlikely. So who was out here in the wasteland? Okay, it wasn't really wasteland, but that's what it felt like.
Her turmoil was more inwardly-focused. On her exterior, she was just as cool as she always was, just as analytical and observant. She boxed up her thoughts, peering at the figure that had formed in the storm. The woman was strikingly marked -- more so than Arbiter who only had a few non-white bits to her -- but unfamiliar overall. She whuffed,
Have a destination?She'd better, because this wasn't exactly the type of weather for a nice casual stroll.