Firefly Glen and set the fields on fire

Her touch was reassuring, though he would not admit to the darker thoughts that came to him. It was a sentiment echoed in the thoughts of Desdemona too and perhaps them all, knowing there were far greater and darker things in the world that were always at play. It seemed all too real that there was a possibility she had been snatched up by the mysterious Blackbird, but there were no traces that would have suggested it. No signs of blood had come up either, which could have bode well.

It should have, anyway, though as he stepped ahead to begin their search in full he did not find comfort in his usual fare of logic. The glen was a vast place, diverse enough that there were truly any number of places that Mira could hide away if she chose to. He did not believe she was arrogant enough to pull such a stunt, and as he turned towards the east, he also did not believe that she would be as foolish to do such a thing. It wasn’t worth receiving the ire of either parent, however temporary.

“There’s a canyon of sorts ahead,” he said, finding his composure once again. A firmer tone bordering instruction though his companions were hastened to him regardless. “Hydra and I went through it once before but it might be worth searching again.” She could have found a cavern, or fallen in a ravine for all he knew. She could have been simply playing along the foothills that enveloped that canyon too—he did not like the possibilities laid before them.

For as much as he liked to roam, this was not how he wanted to do it.

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