Firestone Hot Springs this will never end

Forward dated/Vague dated @Arlette

A spectre moved through the night, pallid fur ethereal in the wash of the moon that shone down upon the land. Though no souls walked the lands alongside him, it was not oft that @Solpallur was far away, the ties of bræðralag linking them in ways that could not be explained with words, much less words of the common tongue. Should his darker half catch up, then they would explore the night together; in the meantime, Stjornuati would heed the hringja that had drawn his attention like a lover would be drawn to their most intimate desires.

Here, where the air was thick with heat and humidity, the Nordic man would slow to a stop, taking in the view of the springs. The glitter of moonlight upon the waters illuminated the air like stars illuminated the sky, something that the glory of day could never quite touch. Beauty of the area was marked and ignored after his initial observation, dark eyes roving to find the object of this pull he felt. Had it all been a figment of his imagination? Or simply the desire to wander more?

One paw in front of the other, Stjornuati began his venture forward once more, slow and precise as he picked his way among the springs.