Blacktail Deer Plateau everything moves, everything pulses, everything lies in the eyes of you

@Aningan @Erzulie @Rosalyn

He supposed he should have come here to christen this fruitless trip, rather than end it. Smash the bottle against the hull of the ship, to send his paws tracking in good fortune and favour. At least then he might’ve seen that the bottle wouldn’t shatter, and perhaps he would have spared himself the weeks spent searching the shores, turning over sand upon sand, and finding nothing.

But, who was he kidding, if not himself? Merrit knew he would have made the trip anyway, and knew he would have now only found himself back at Moonspear instead of knocking at the doors of Rusalka in his dawning defeat, rather than in his mounting cry of victory. The brisk morning air seemed to freeze his call in an echo that reached to the heights and filtered across the sun-streaked plains. And he waited, tall, dark, and stark against the budding glow of dawn.