Blacktail Deer Plateau the passportal

The rain falling on the plateau fit Dante's mood rather well. Dripping wet, he walked along the edge of the trees, enjoying the chill of the water and the energy that filled the air. True, it was a dreary day, but also peaceful.

A sound cut through the sound of the drizzle, a summons. Was that... Junior? Confused and more than a little surprised, Dante's ears pricked forward, picking up speed to meet the wayward girl. Had she heard what had transpired? And if so, what was she doing back here?

"Junior," he called out, greeting her warmly. "What brings you back to the Plateau?" He didn't say 'back home', though he wanted to. He wasn't sure it would be taken well seeing as she might not see it that way anymore.