Lone Star Mountain kiss me hard before you go

Traveling with 

@Lunaria

Healed, she longed to show Lunaria her new home. Their breif pause, a few days really, in the fox hollow, had refreshed the Priestess. 
Soon, the spirits murmured. Soon the rains will end. Soon the lessons will be learned. 

Macaria would be lying if she didn't hold a sense of relief, if this were truly the case. Of course the spirits fell silent each time she pleaded to know exactly how soon. Even a high Priestess couldn't be having all the answers, it seemed. 

The mountains further towards the coast were treacherous. 
And as she traversed these treacherous paths, she became aware there was another here, her scent barely detectable among the torrential rain and sliding debris. Macaria blinked up at the rain, and released a howl, a call of loneliness and summoning. 
perhaps her fellow traveler would answer.