Hoshor Plains Been there, done that, came back

Tags for ref, current day, gasp.

He'd left home yesterday. @Simmik was in charge while he was gone. Mal had told @Caerus his plans previously, but had made sure to confirm that his son could probably stay with her too if he didn't want to be alone. Or @Aibreann. Or hell, even @Miriam. Anyone. Either way, they were informed of his trip too, and that he'd see them in not-too-long when he returned. Mal didn't want to go, but @Cupid had been gone so long that he couldn't in good conscience just let it pass. He had to go look. Nobody had looked for Mal's mother, nobody had really looked for his sisters, but he couldn't let the same thing happen to Caerus. He needed his family -- Mal had watched his own just slowly filter away.

So here he was. The rain was worse out here when there was no canopy above, and it certainly didn't help him track. But well, he wasn't finding any signs so far. It seemed logical that Mal would stop by the Saints if he didn't run into some sort of sign of Cupid before then. Mal had wound towards the north side of the plains. He'd decided against checking the river pack -- he'd changed routes part way, figuring if for some reason Cupid was stuck there, they'd have sent word. So what seemed likely was he was lost in the wilds, much farther away, or trapped. Or dead, but Mal was going to leave that as the .0001% chance worst case option. Soggily, he walked on.