Dragoncrest Cliffs chase the wind of a prism ship

Sequoia had been getting a drink from the freshwater lake that was at the heart of Drageda. The water was crisp and cool, just as it always was. There were others mingling around, and although she chatted with them briefly, she found herself eager to stretch her legs and get a taste of adventure today. As luck would have it, she picked up the scent trail of her father and Dacio. To her, they appeared as a mixture of green and lavender milky trails on the ground, easily guiding her to the two family members.

Pine needles beneath her feet made for excellent stealth walking, though Seq wasn't particularly good at that just yet. If they were listening, the two would certainly hear her before too long as she trotted toward them.