Meadowlark Prairie a whisper of silk

gawd her avatar is so pretty

Curiosity dragged him away from the caldera, accompanied by unanswered anticipation and unease. Enough of time had passed since their arrival, should they not have gone into battle by now? Usually patient, he felt put out of place by this newly developed impatience, birthed from the stress brought on by a looming threat. He wanted nothing more than to head into battle already so that he could return home; separated from his sister, the main thing keeping him grounded was Portia, but she hadn’t travelled with them. She was still back at the coast, far from him and his worries.

And as time continued to move, he could bear the burden of his desires no longer.

Hvitserk left without warning, telling no one; someone may have seen him, he couldn’t say otherwise with confidence, but he had not intentionally shared his abandonment of the borders. He stalked through the plains, gaze focused solely on the treeline along the horizon. Yet, before he could even cross the halfway point, he was stopped dead in his tracks by the sight of another; slender and dark, discomfort evident in her gait. Appearing to be alone, he strode closer, head low and defenses high, not knowing if she was an enemy or not.