Foggy Bottom Way long dark

Brac hurried home from the ravine, both frightened and excited by what he had seen. What did it mean? The images still hung in his mind, clear as they'd been the night he'd received them.

The heavy noise of water carved white space around him and he drank in the scent of the Clan. Surprise filled him when he tasted the scent of the stranger he'd met along his journey, nearly masking the paler scents of the family who'd left.

Clan would survive. Clan would be strong.

Though he wished to find Zoug, Brac knew that was no longer a choice for him, so he went on search of @Candle instead. Cavetreader burned to tell her of his night in the cave, and seek her mind for understanding.

The priestess was there; her back turned, dark furs rippling under the icy breeze. She studied the spectral waters in silence, lost herself in their livid colors. The shrouded falls, a place of spirits more than the ravine had ever been. Candle had always known this. She felt it now, felt the silverblue in her veins and the distant calling of something higher.

When the Cavetreader came to her, she closed her eyes. Brac. Candle opened her eyes and turned, pale gaze bright and dancing in the dark. Tell me where you've been and what you've done, she signed to him, leaving her joy at his return unspoken. She'd nearly thought him gone with the others.