Overture Downs and the desolate moorland below
so lay your hands across
my beating heart, love
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Ooc — Rhys
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Northward from the glade came the sloping hills and snow drifts tucked away where rivulets broke across the earth. The rise of the sun pulled him along as he stretched his legs, having risen to the conclusion it was perhaps better to turn back now and swallow some of his pride. Admit fault, among other things. He certainly wasn't finding Nyx out here either and by now, he accepted that she had more than a day's start ahead of him on whatever winding road took her out of the area.

So even with that in mind, he still could not shake the feeling of just going a bit further. This all was uncharted territory to him and the natural call to follow it and where it led was hard to resist. It had been some time since he had simply gone for a wander that took him well out of the realm of familiarity, and now that he had gotten started on it he had to stave off the notion of continuing. Fool's errand and a half to keep up the travel though, he had to remind himself, as the snows only seemed to deepen the further east he went, and the further north he dared to push.

He did not need much in the way of reminding just how cold the far north was.

So it was along the streams he went, arcing back to the south with minute resignation crossing his countenance. It was a little disappointing that he hadn't considered abandoning the weald earlier to travel, that perhaps if he had then he would not be left wondering where his sister had gone and whether she was fine, and in turn not be as bothered by it as he was. She had come around a little, delving back into her normal self for what seemed a sure stretch, but he should have known better. The best kind of intentions always invited the worst trouble—he had a better understanding of that now, another thing to consider.

But the heart wants what the heart wants and in lieu of one failure, he would trade it for the potential success of another in due time. Or so he thought and believed, as his eyes lighted on the cropping up of a forest that was now less distant and more detailed than before. He didn't know it yet, but he would learn swiftly of his need to abandon following the stream for the hilltops west, as the full nature of the valley, at least here, was teeming with packs.

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and the desolate moorland below - by Dirge - November 06, 2018, 07:55 PM
RE: and the desolate moorland below - by Nunataq - November 15, 2018, 02:40 PM
RE: and the desolate moorland below - by Dirge - November 21, 2018, 02:17 AM
RE: and the desolate moorland below - by Nunataq - November 24, 2018, 04:36 PM
RE: and the desolate moorland below - by Dirge - November 28, 2018, 02:36 AM
RE: and the desolate moorland below - by Nunataq - December 09, 2018, 08:28 AM