Gyrfalcon's Keep I've been quiet for too long

collecting your open threads may be problem of mine :>

There were conversations that needed to happen with the priestess, but Atka took her time to settle and familiarize herself with the keep. She knew her time was drawing near as she woke. It had never been something she was oblivious too, it could not creep up to her. Her eyes remained closed as she stretched outwards, a groan pulled from her throat at the finding of Dreven's absence.

She stalked along the cliff side, figuring it would be a fine way to spend a morning. Dreven had to be here surely.

❝Morning,❞ Atka announced herself.

She sat herself beside him, looking down to the vehement waves; beneath them was quiet and she knew this.

❝How are you feeling?❞ They needed to talk if Hljóðrfell was going to be their home.

Would he be happy here? As much as Dreven insisted she was to chose, she did not want him to follow into a dream that wasn't his. Atka needed him to be okay here.