Nocturne Summit submerged in limbo

If only it were that easy as simply tracking down his sister and carting her along again. She had followed him, willingly at that, for some length. Through a season and then some, and some time before that. But Nyx had greater demons to battle and it had seemed no amount of relocation or travel would fix it easily. The same could have been said of him and his ever shifting course over his own and naturally, the two had and would always share the same bullheaded trait to persist to the wants of their own heart. Or so he thought in passing, as he and Hydra both moved to follow the herd along the downward incline.

His gait picked up a little bit, an usher for Hydra to stick with him. An unnecessary gesture really, as she seemed keen to thus far. Brief silence filled the space again as he worked his way over loose stones quick and carefully—the only things that needed to turn an ankle and take a swift drop were the elk, not him—leaving him with a loose span of time to ponder her question. Yet the one thing that stuck out in his mind was her comment of wanting to find his sister; who had she crossed him with? Or was it simply another plan?

An uncomfortable sensation dislodged itself then, but why for he did not have an exact reason. How burdensome was the feeling of throwing up every metaphysical wall he could think of when he would have perhaps warmed to the ideas and possibilities she presented. Yet in the same vein, the same blood and drive he felt the overwhelming cascade of emotion to reach out and seize it, to snap at reasonable doubt and crush it between his jaws.

Aware of her eyes on him then, he met her gaze as their path evened again and did not consider for a second that perhaps whatever inner turmoil churning would be betrayed by his mask of stoicism.

”It is tempting,” he admitted, ”perhaps I can persuade the powers that be to make it happen.” As though there would be any real discussion to be had, the plan would always go as follows: stall and deliberate, pace the world once over, and relent. That was almost the half of how it had gone before and even he was not so foolish to entirely believe he could scrape through a winter alone. Still ever pretentious in some of that good nature residing in him, he donned a knavish wisp of a smile—why not just throw in and throw everything else the hell away?

”Though you do have me curious on this 'keeping one another warm' line,” he went on to say then, forgoing interest in the herd to draw his muzzle closer to her. ”Tired of teasing yourself finally, princess?”

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