Nova Peak birnen

skip me at your leisure, my activity is touch and go. if i stop responding at all just assume she left <3  

she heard her father's call and contemplated ignoring it. it was only fair. she'd been denied access to him for long enough that she couldn't even enumerate the sleeps anymore, and her mother was now similarly confined like they were swapping childcare shifts for the eldest of sagtannet's tax deductions brood. 

she figured she'd do the both of them a favor and eliminate herself from the equation altogether and made herself so seldom seen she was well on her way to becoming nova peak's local cryptid.

whatever the reason, her conscience wouldn't let her be so petty today. bugrudgingly, she and caintigern went separate ways for the afternoon and her longer legs (plus no siblings to trip over) gave her the advantage of arriving first to reconnoiter the situation before the others came to frivol away mahler's attention.

babysitting duty flew above her station besides, even as the oldermost child, so she had the option to bug out if they came bleeding out of the scores of trees.

the moonturn of rain had made many places quaggy and others flooded, so she preferred to stay toward summit. much as phaedra liked getting muddy, frogs now reeled back the flotsam and jetsam of a memory that made her gut turn sour, so she tried not to focus on the little brown aeronauts as they ribbited and pogoed from rock to rock.

instead, the rims of her eyes twinged at the damage to the gargoyle's masonry when he came into view, but she was loath to prove him and mother right about their decision to keep her ignorant during his bedfast and sidled where she could around the morass on mousing legs. if the girl was quiet enough to catch him unawares (a difficult task, seeing as how the mud squelched each time her feet bit into the mire), she could be quiet enough to volley a faceful of mud at him.