Honeyed Pasture lavender and lemon

AW, will close in one week if no reply. || Morning, 34˚, Partly Cloudy.

The earth grew restless that morning, rumbling underfoot with a gentleness not nearly as aggressive as it had been lately. Although he feared that the softness was only the gateway to something far worse coming. Or perhaps it was a warning sound meant to usher any fools still left. Fool he was. Trailing along the lands that laid against the coast on his search for his lost protector. When was the last time he had seen his will-o'-the-wisp? He had feared that perhaps she had not made it out from the coast in time, lost to the anger of the ocean or confined in their former whale bone home.

Oh but he couldn't dwell on such awful thoughts. Perhaps she had come inland and merely ended up lost somewhere in her escape. So he had set out to follow an unknown path that trailed the spine of the coast with thoughts that he might find her roaming.