Barrow Fields Hell isn't simply a place where love doesn't exist.

The young Drakru was a little ways behind her brother, having drawn out her goodbyes to their dad unnecessarily so, and even then, been reluctantly to peel away from the comfortable confines of what she knew. She wasn't used to leaving, for any reason besides short little jaunts and patrols, so it seemed strange to her too--but she had to power through and figure out what it was all about on the way.

While Dad seemed accepting of the idea, and grateful for their promises to return, she was worried about him worrying. Opalia was almost certain he could take no more of that, and last thing she wished to be was another for him. So, she would make sure they made it back soon, and were safe on their times out.

When she finally set out in earnest, it took her time to get the momentum going, but as the cliffs shrunk behind her and new expanses spread before, she started to find something akin to a rhythm. Dacio's trail was fresh, his call recent, so she knew she would catch up to him soon. Needing to swing wide around Rusalka's claim was the worst of her petty annoyances after that, but even that was not going to bother her majorly today, it seemed.

He appeared as a silver blip up ahead before much longer, so she zeroed in on meeting up without a word, but her presence was enough. She was here, ready to be at his side.