Raven's Watch and as a black hand swept across the earth

open for anyone~

This time, the roaming thunderstorms common to the season did not stop Mordecai from venturing out. He had made his way into the higher climes belonging to the Keep first, but there had been no sign of Pippin there. His wandering carried him further out from there, beyond the rise of the rocky foothills and to the staggering, winding pathways into the mountains. He stuck to lesser roads of travel, following narrow ledges and ridges alike on a whim, fueled primarily by the hope that his son would turn up tucked away in a crevasse.

The rain had washed out plenty of options he could have taken to search for him and the crackle of the overhead sky only seemed to amplify the way the earth quivered in its wake. At times it tempted him to deter from continuing on, but he did not—rather, could not—fear the rush of the winds that came with such a storm. The worst of such did not last as long as he felt it would. It was not some constant left to hang overhead, and by the time he had found the overlook the very blunt edge of such a storm had long passed him and had gone into the beyond.

But the skies did not clear for him, nor was there nary a sight of gold belonging to the rail-thin Pippin. Stockstill, he lingered with the overlook, unaware of the watching eyes of the ravens that hid against the still budding boughs of what few trees offered. His solitary gaze scanned the earth below, wondering if somehow Pippin had not gone into the mountains. Perhaps he had gone the other way, back towards the Hollow.

Still, he would not abandon one option for the concern of another—Mordecai raised his head and summoned for the boy.

murder by death, "the day"