Cassiopeia's View just say that you love me

A moon and a half since departing from Skullsmarke's claim, and the winding roads of the wilds were just as she knew them to be in this new place and time. Open, expansive, and unending. Jomyo could will away the hours, one after the next, devoted just enough to keep herself surviving and taking it all in—down to the last detail. Serving as a scout had always kept her in prime shape for it, so really, this was no different, only with no leaders to report to immediately or a known home to turn back towards for a rest. But, her attachments had been kept lose on purpose, she simply moved on when the timing was good enough. She had taken to the routine of flying solo once familiarity kicked in and got comfortable. It felt good to run wild across the ranges again.

Her brother's last message said he was heading northward and towards the coast, so the spry Eizokusei let that be her only guidance beyond the landscape itself as distance passed underfoot day by day. Rendezvousing with him could prove worthwhile, as it often was. She guessed his birds had kept his span of knowledge far and wide, so finding him would never hurt. She'd find whatever else she could along the way.

And so, for a handful of days she had been tracing this one mountain range that caught her eye. Being undisturbed so far, and able to scavenge her merry way along, gave her no reason to change course just yet. When curiosity finally drove her up into the higher elevations, and the going didn't seem particularly tough, she found her way to this peculiar tall shelf and thought she quite liked the view; she could see for miles and miles, with possibilities spanning almost just as widely.

Jomyo slowed her forward progress and eventually decided to camp up here for the day, but she still had plenty of daylight to kill first. She would spend it perusing the nearby hotspots, for a start, at least, and lowered her nose to the earth to find them.