Dragoncrest Cliffs deimeika, natshana, en skaifaya

Thuringwethil has been spending more time on the borders than usual with the last few wolves having approached them. The sun had gone down faster than she’s used to and she glances toward the sky. A lack of concept in time would generally make it go unnoticed but a feeling keeps her on edge as she eventually retreats toward Hougeda. She doesn’t question the end of the day any more than she questions the morning but she can tell something is a little off she can’t properly place.

She breaks through the other side of the redwood forest where the lake greets her. The entrance to Hougeda is blocked from this point but she can see the worn path in the distance from months of use. To an untrained eye, it may still be hidden, but Thuringwethil makes the familiar path in the moon-illuminated night.

Something catches her attention and she glances to the sky, uncertain she saw anything at all. It isn’t until a second meteor flashes across the sky. She doesn’t have time to process it as another one breaks through the expanse to the left and she snaps her gaze to follow it until it disappears over the ocean. Having stopped in her place, she picks back up and makes another path toward a cliff instead of the cavern where she makes herself comfortable to watch them fall from the sky with wonder.