Arrow Lake Blood of my Blood

Lavakho continued forward, as if he could break through the fog with a few steps and get a good look at his surroundings.  No dice.  Only a grey void sprawled beyond the mountaintop. However, the fog around the mountain was an accurate reflection of how Lavakho felt on the matter of moving forward.  With each passing day, the warrior was growing more dissalusioned and lost. Uncertainty was piling up on top of Lavakho's already heavy heart.  Continuing on was becoming difficult.

"Brother, do you trust her? ...Awazzi,"  Lavakho inquired.  To the warrior, this goose chase was all her fault.  His trust in the crones had once been strong, however wandering though shitty mountaintops had caused his trust to flake away like old lead paint, peeling in the sun.  "Because, I don't think I do..."  His voice trailed off behind him.  Lavakho found himself disappointed in his own mindset and his mistrust, but he had to get it out before he burst at the seams.