Stone Circle No place like home

There was a new rigidity in Grayday's spine that had a little to do with the cold and a lot to do with recent events at the border. He did what he always did after incidents like this and patrolled the borders more than ever. Several times a day. All day, when the wind screamed like phantom voices through the trees. It was hard to keep his thoughts straight when every voice was an enemy, and every other was hers.

Sometimes he saw things, too. Things made by shadows and his own paranoia, but this time, he was sure it wasn't just a trick of the light. This time - like many others - it was a red girl, familiar but frail, and it was so much like all the nightmares he'd been having since she left, except he could smell her this time, and he knew his mind wouldn't've been able to conjure that scent all on it's own.

Still, he walked like it was a stranger, and like he wasn't even sure it was there. There was so much hope in his stomach it felt more like dread. He didn't want to be wrong. Not again.

"Greeneyes?" he asked as he drew near, his voice hoarse.