Ravenshook Cliffs enter, stranger, but take heed

We don't have to do both threads at once, but here's our first! @Smokestep :) p.s. sorry dis got long

The cold, lofty nights and abbreviated days had begun to bleed together for Flaris the Second. She was growing tired of her father's unflappable cheeriness, and had even begun to resent meeting him at all; but this was before realizing that their long season's journey had been for naught.

"These are The Sentinels?" she had asked coldly, unable (or unwilling) to hide her disappointment and disgust from him. Beginning to think that maybe she preferred her fathers to remain of the absentee kind.

I don't know what happened... this place was.. it was beautiful.

It was magical.

But a lot of it now was charred. Its ancient green countenance burned -- and now frostbitten -- defaced for all to see. Flaris snorted. "It's nothing now -- you've wasted my time." She scowled, her typically unfettered mood dashed as she realized the hardships she'd needlessly have to face now; all because she had chosen to trust a wolf who looked like her, and had believed her mother when she had assured her it was wise.

She supposed none of this was his fault, but Flaris was young still and impulsive because of it. Blame needed to lie somewhere, and she certainly wouldn't shoulder it herself. She missed Avarice in this moment, who up until the arrival of Flaris the First, had been her red right-hand. He had chosen wisely to stay with their mother, and she remembered scoffing at him for a lack of bravery that she now saw as sheer intellect. Loathe as she was to admit her decision had been the wrong one.

My dear, we can find the Donnelaith wolves, I'm sure. Let us just do a bit of searchi--

"No," the young twin balked, her tone implying that she was appalled at the very idea. "I won't spend another minute with you. Stay and hunt for your past if you'd like, Father," she spat the word like bile. "Either way, I'm going on without you." The man protested of course, and followed his daughter for some time, but when her resolve to be rid of him turned to physical retaliation, he let her on without another word.

* * *

A raw snowstorm brewed overhead, turning the sky to pitch before the sun could even set. Flaris felt that the weather suited her, as frigid and tumultuous as it was, so she followed the salt-scent of the ocean, hoping to observe its might. She reached the coarse outcroppings of Ravenshook, and looked out to the wild sea from her perch. The sound of the waves -- dancing, crashing, spraying, and clawing -- soothed her miring spirit, and as she faced the coming storm with whiplashed fur and burning eyes, she vowed in a prayer to overcome.