Lake Rodney she's intimidating and brooding

the morning is bitter cold and ontari's shoulder tense as she moves thru the tall grasses of lake rodney, wilted flower petals that have yet to fully decompose with the unforgiving siphoning of the frosts crushing beneath each assured step the crokru takes. an appraising scan of her golden gaze is given, thinking that her mother's stories of this place weren't so far-fetched. there is a sort of beauty to be found here; a ferocity to the unforgiving wilderness that speaks to the ferocity in her. out of everything, though, it is blodreina that ontari looks the most forward to meeting, despite the ill standing the youngest dragonborne was rumor'd to have with thyri.

somewhere along the journey, ontari got separated from tzer who's been travelling with her while atoan lags horribly behind in croageda — as usual, ontari thinks with a derisive snort — and she wonders if she should choose a territory to inhabit while she waits for him to reunite with her. for now, she thinks as she glimpses about before lowering her head to the lake's surface to lap at the frigidly cool but undeniably refreshing water ...she will take it hour by hour.

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