Silvertip Mountain gunmetal mouth

he was dedicated.

i'll find her, promised surya, among the melee, among the skirmish. he knew what the dark girl looked liked; had encounted her—

this wasn't a surprise, right? she had wandered before. . .

but still, for her father to sound the alarm, it must be important. 

surya raced through the trees, down the slope, nostrils flared to catch asperas's scent. it was fading with time. he breathed deep, trying to keep it.

but time had passed, and it was fading.

he would grasp it, even the barest scent of it.

he'd help his overlord.

he would find her.