Barrow Fields elysium fields

@Euron

She was beginning to get the feeling that she was putting too much effort into the search for Mou. Not that finding him wasn't important--it was, by far, her number-one priority--but perhaps she had gone overboard. Every blade of grass had been inspected, every stone turned over. She had even wandered away from his scent trail, thinking that perhaps he'd masked it somehow (or something more nefarious had occurred).

This meticulousness had led her away from the coast and further inland, over the plains. Her path led her closer still to the mountains; the sight of the dark crags made her hair stand on end. When she inhaled, she could smell the crisp, high air of Shadow Mountain, and him--Skullchaser. She decided that going that way would be a last resort: if the coast yielded no answers, she would grit her teeth and carry on.

For now, Maegi kept going through the grass, nose low as if she were hunting. Her stomach was rumbling, a bit; she hadn't stopped to eat much since departing the isle. She knew she must do so soon, lest she lose all energy to search and become stranded out here, herself. Her quest seemed more important, and the girl with the propensity to shove basal needs to the side to pursue ideals further up the hierarchy padded forward, lunchtime be damned.