Seaside Moors only Hell is grey

She knew she was getting close as things become once more familiar. She did not travel far the last time she’d been here as she gathered her own information. There had been too many by her brother’s side for her to be able to do anything alone and so she’d temporarily given up, returned home before the trek had been presented before her once more. The encouragement of her other brother had been enough. Ksenia turned her head for a stolen glance of @Jaglon but her attention returns to the rocky ground beneath her feet.

The coast lines their left side as it had for miles and miles but she directed them to find fresh water and a place to rest. Spending their time alone, with their silent companion, they’ve been able to manage well enough. Travel weary and tired and often times Ksenia urges them on despite the need for a few more hours of rest. Now that they were close, she found herself slowing down.

Now, they could rest.

Ksenia slowed to a stop, dropped her head, and drank from the small stream. It was cold against her throat, a contrast from her burning muscles, and she turned back to see her companions. “We will rest here,” she told them, settling somewhere while her brother and @Mazatl take their turn in the water.