Two Rivers Isle Absinthe is the aphrodisiac of the self

@Malice @Burke but other Arthendal wolves are welcome to join! (He is approaching Two Rivers Isle from the western (Shadewood) side)

It was strange for him to travel this much. Unlike his siblings who extended Mephala's strands to the far corners of the Earth, Miraak stayed relatively close to home. His services were not to preach or to infiltrate; only to kill. There were, however, some times where the lines between responsibilites blurred; he could easily manipulate others, or use dark magicks, but his forte was cornering and slaying his targets.

That was why this mission confused him. He was a Silencer, one of the Elite assassins of each Brotherhood Sect. Wouldn't it make more sense to send out a spy? Or even a fellow priest?

Perhaps it was because they were related. It was true that he and his sister were close despite their age difference, but he hadn't seen Meldresi in a long time. Things might have changed. He surely changed.

But he was already here, in Teekon Wilds, where she was sent to two years ago. The shade passed through the shadowy woods, relishing in the break from the heat. He lingered for much longer than he intended, not willing to part from the thick canopy and venture back into the blaze of summer. Meldresi was patient. She could wait just a few moments longer for him.

The forest ended at the curve of a river, which he slid into, sighing at the cool refreshment as the water covered his dark pelt. The shade lapped at the water around him as he sloshed about, careful not to slide in too deep for risk of washing away his mark (an uncomfortable thought; he wasn't used to having his mark out outside of his home). His senses weren't idle, even as he indulged himself. He could smell the thick pack scent ebbing off of the opposite shore. It made him tense, and his indigo eyes scanned the shore for any sign of movement...