Noctisardor Bypass the voodoo engine

the journey was familiar ...though without the endless and blinding white of the snows it was easier to pick out discerning landmarks that vex makes mental note of for their return journey to the cliffs; for they would return to their new home. vex was particularly determined of this, spending the companionable silence between him and his sister playing over possible scenarios in his mind and how he would hold to his decision as he had time and time again ...because he expects to be met with resistance from their mother.

as they draw closer to the bypass, vex notes the stiffness to haunt's shoulders and though he eyes her he doesn't capitalize upon it. he only thinks to himself that a visit home shouldn't wind anyone so tight. though he expects surefire resistance he knows his decision and wasn't going to let anyone cow him into submission.

they near the borders and vex does notice the difference in scents that mark the bypass. haunt — he warns, even as she asks if he would like to be the one to call. somethin's not right. he motions towards the borders. i don't recognize any of these scents. well, that wasn't true. if he gave the borders another whiff he'd might recognize kigipigak but his hackles are bristling and he's in no mood to try to decipher if he knows anyone or not.

that said, he tips his head back and lets out a call. he wants answers. at the very least he wants to know what happened to his mother.