Overture Downs That tastes like coconut... and metal!

Its endless. This is pointless. His thoughts swirl between the ideas of what Octavia had done and where she was to what seemed like the fruitless chase of Pippin and to the now missing Mordecai and Larkspur. He spent his nights with Tambourine and Banner, Rhodes nearby, because that was the only thing that felt safe to him. Safe had become this obsessive point, alternating between the haven it should have been and the prison that it was becoming. Octavia was obsessed with it. She couldn't function without considering the safety. 

Stark sighed softly as he crested a small hill, looking towards the lands in the distance - the Hollow. Where Mordecai's family had stayed. From far off he could imagine it as they probably had, vibrant, alive. Beautiful. Now it seemed to just start to come back to it's former glory, but still, the grounds seemed disrupted and it wasn't the paradise it once had been. 

Beneath the midday sun the dark male stopped, his blue eyes peering through the lands - hoping for something. Anything. Some little miracle of hope.