Sawtooth Spire Step into your power.

the wind whips cruelly about the two, whistling through the jagged rocks protruding from the earth as the phantom clings to this boy's frosty gaze. her eyes search desperately for something, a flicker of anything in response to the name of their home- or she supposed his home since her home was courtfall. she swallows. yet then- 'dead to me' so neither of their homes then. too perplexed to bother trying to hide it, she sweeps her tail with a frown. had he not been close with maegi? had something happened to the young nona? feeling vaguely sick she has to shut her eyes briefly before gathering herself, she was better than this. when had she grown so weak and how had she never seen it coming? "why..? what about maegi?" it feels strange, speaking that name aloud after so long and ears lean back as she watches; as if they wish to avoid what he may say next.

on the tip of her tongue since she'd first spotted his inky form was the urge to just get it over and ask where was the forest in regards to here. yet there's a fear too, what could she do even if he told her? would it be harder knowing where it lay, especially if it was close and find herself unable to return? once again reminded that her leader lingered in the distance, her teeth click jarringly as she wonders what she might make of it; if anything? internally complain as she might about the mountain pack, they had taken her in at her lowest and she was grateful for it even if she didn't put much effort into expressing it. she just...nothing felt right.