Cedar Sweep The wrath of God in a bottle.

maybe @Seri if she'd wander but still AW!

After the past few weeks Ceallach had felt oddly pent up. There was something in the air at home - something he wasn't familiar or certain about - and it drove him towards their borders and towards a new avenue. He wasn't unfamiliar with work or pulling his weight as he felt it more his duty since he was the last son of the Alpha pair. Even without his mother holding the title the ruhtinas still felt his parents held their places with pride. It was something he wanted to carry on, too, not only in their honors but to carve and claim his own. Far away his brother was doing things, though Ceallach might never know it, and his sisters still held their own unique traits. 

The kronikka passed the borders and into the nearby Sweep, mostly driven by the urge to stretch his legs and explore. Like his parents before him, Ceallach would be driven to those whims and fancies - and he would want to move and go and learn. It was his only goal for the day, truly. 

The nightmares had returned.

Moonstone has brushed them off, thinking of the as nothing more than a work of her overactive mind. By now, it was safe to assume that her parents had since noticed her prolonged absence and sent their scouts to find her. It was unlike her to think of anything but the most outlandishly positive outcome under any given circumstance, and in this particular situation, it presented itself as staying alive long enough to see what she'd come for.

With heavy steps and an even heavier heart, Moonstone set out southward in search of new surroundings. She'd known that the mountains weren't her preferred environment, but she'd figured she could at least give them a try. Now that the trial run was over, however, she was more than eager to find flat ground. Out of pure coincidence, it seemed that she'd found herself a potential friend, as well. Hello, she called out, hoping to get a decent response.

 

Ceallach paused when he heard another voice call out towards him, the hello as tell-tale of a greeting as possible. It was quite different to his mother's boisterous greeting of habit but still, Ceallach lifted his head a bit with a certain measure of regality. When he turned to face the stranger he was for a moment taken aback by the sheer beauty of the pale coat and uniquely haunting color of her eyes. Most of Teaghlaigh boasted a darker pelt, Ceallach being a unique amalgamation of his parents in his appearance. Hemlock was no doubt the most brilliantly coated of them, but, that was a different heritage than he could understand. "Hello," He greeted smoothly, trying to seem as prestigious as his eloquent parents and trying to keep his voice from doing that horrible scratchy-squeaky thing. 

"My name is Ceallach Fearghal," He offered with a thin smile, his eyes flashing as he glanced her over again. She didn't seem injured, and she was rather small; it made it hard to tell how old she might have been to a boy who was still gauging age by size comparative to his own. "Do you live near here?" He asked after a moment, giving the slightest wave of his tail to try and be friendly and not seem too awkward in his question. 

The boy seemed friendly enough, if not with a bit of a holier-than-thou demeanor. She didn't mind much, rather adjusting herself to fit within his scope. Moonstone, but I suppose you can call me Luna. It had been so long since anyone had used the childhood nickname of hers, but she quite liked the way that it sounded and thought that she ought to use it more often. I don't. I don't live anywhere, actually. At some point, she knew that she'd have to find some place to settle, but travelling beneath the stars was plenty enough. 

Moonstone studied the unique markings of his pelt, taking mental note of how smooth the colors seemed to flow. You're very pretty, you know? Handsome might have been a better word, but it certainly didn't feel better coming from her mouth. As far as she was concerned, Ceallach was pretty, and there was nothing wrong with telling him so.

 

In some ways looking at her reminded him of what Eirlys had looked like at the start of their lives. Pale, perfect, only hints of other things that might come - and it might have been that notion that drew him in at first. Ceallach offered a smile as her name was given, wondering if it was too informal to call her Luna or if even giving the name might have been an invitation for her to use it. "Which do you prefer?" He asked, while his sisters might have been welcome to call him Ceally he didn't think that was exactly a name of power to use when he was out and about.

While Ceallach had always belonged to Teaghlaigh he didn't have any issues with a loner - his parents could have been considered loners before they'd formed Teaghlaigh. Well. Before his father and his associates had, he knew his mother had still been part of Donnelaith at that time. "My pack is very close to here, if you do decide to settle nearby." It wasn't exactly an invitation, not without knowing her, but he could consider at least telling her lest she show up on their doorstep and not even realize it. He was taken aback for a moment by her statement, a little goofy grin breaking through the polish exterior he tried to project. "Oh! Um...thanks!" He said quickly, although he couldn't imagine how he was pretty when she was so beautiful - how could they be compared? "But...but you're like...something else. Beautiful." He quickly added, as if she might not have known that.