Larksong Grotto fè dram

the summons val obeyed, though he thought the insistence behind it strange. and what had possessed mireille now that she was hours ahead of him, her path meandering? if he was a bit younger, he might have thought it a game.

val's step was quick, but even then his urgency had no hope of recovering the time between mireille's departure and her call.

eventually he came across her -- the iron tang of blood hung the air between them. val paused, tail hung midway in the air in uncertainty. are you okay?