Duskfire Glacier Lost

@Wintersbane @Iana


Eldritch had fled, had not stopped moving. Rarely, glimpsingly, did she ever stop moving.
The chaotic blazing of Blackfeather had separated her from Aerenys, torn them viciously from each other in the rage of the storm that started the fire. 

She kept moving, limping on blistered and bleeding paws. She could not stop. Would not stop. Would not let the screaming worry and heartache catch up to claw at her spirit more than it already has. 

The Seer was afraid now, to talk to the spirits, to continue with her path of divination and gods. She didn't want to keep going, out of fear that she would find out Mati perished in the flames. 
Though this was not the reality of the situation, it was feared all the same. 

Eldritch had limped through the mountains, braved the peaks and too-narrow paths, had pushed through the Wetlands next to the Cache, and after so, so, so long, with white eyes distant and unfocused, the darkling stumbled to a stop at the markers of the Glacier. Her sides, now starting to show her ribs from lack of food, heaved as she fought to stay standing. Her legs trembled with the effort. 

A few minutes of breathing, trying to collect herself enough to call... 

Finally, Eldritch lifted her head and howled for someone. A sad, forlorn sound riddled with agony.

Where else could she go? All the familiar faces she knew were too far away now to reach. She didn't know how far, all she knew was this wasn't the Caldera, and this wasn't like the terrain that shared Moonglow.