Journey

A broad smile found its way onto Tuwawi's blistered maw when the crepuscular woman easily agreed to join her party without a second thought. "Perfect," she exclaimed as they turned towards the distant bluffs, their naked peaks jutting out from the landscape in an enticing way. Already the warm air had begun to cool, sun falling from it's noontime zenith. They could reach their destination in a matter of hours if their pace was good.

Silver eyes gleamed with ambition, though Tuwawi's expression remained focused and rather enigmatic. Few facts were required of her partner - mostly due to the fact that the Swiftcurrent woman was hesitant to divulge much information or purpose, herself. 'Is it... Curiosity? Or does some other desire draw you to them? Ptarmigan Endore. Yours...?' she was asked. "Tuwawi Sveijarn," was offered, surname and all. Sveijarn... the title husband and wife had created together. An original act. "A bit of both," Tuwawi mused, thoughtful of Ptarmigan's inquiry. The thirst for her own land grew stronger by the day, driven by instinct to settle and the upsets back by the creek. Fox was gone and Bazi had been able to establish a truce with Sunspire, but it was shaky at best. Eventually, someone would cross the borders and the deal would be broken. Tuwawi didn't intend to be caught in that crossfire. "Perhaps more the latter," she suggested. That was about as much information she would provide... for now.

"What about you? Where are you from?" Tuwawi asked, falling into place besides the Endore as they walked Northbound.