Dragoncrest Cliffs get haunted

vex!

his name is heard over the rapid beat of his heart, from fear, from anxiety, from joy — it didn't matter — and he knows that it was not imagined.

haunt! wildly, his gaze scours the snowy terrain for her in what feels like trying to find a needle in a haystack. in a startled moment, he laughs, as if he hadn't been wracked with worry for her safety for days ...weeks? it was hard to tell and he'd lost track of time; as if they were playing hide'n'seek. you blend in too well. he snickers, voice high-lilted with the rampage of emotions stewing beneath his breast.

it is her eyes: splicing through the white noise of the world 'round him like the glow of twin lanterns that gives him her location as she draws near him. he barrels towards her without reservation, fighting against the pull of the snow in the areas where it's deeper — the cold pressing against his chest — and has to stop himself from crashing right into her.

haunt! it's really you, it's — he's panting, out of breath — unaware that snow could tire you out as quickly as muck. mom 'n me, we found your trail and it was old and i thought you were hurt or dead 'n... he takes a deep, greedy breath; trying to get ahold of his composure long since lost.