Hoshor Plains Roadtrips

Sumac stood over a precipice that provided a beautiful view not only of the main camp, but also the Flatlands themselves. Below him, the bustle was dying down: temporary habitations being dismantled, families moving off back to their homelands. There was something simultaneously relieving and mournful about watching those activities, and 'Mac was surprised to find himself feeling a bit lonely as he watched the main campsite empty of occupants. The hunts were over. Time to return to life-as-usual.

But he didn't know what that meant for him. He knew he'd follow Easy, of course - he'd promised to help her find Arjun, and besides that, he'd grown quite fond of her. She seemed to have easily stepped into the space left painfully empty by his mother and sisters. He was beginning to understand what friendship was, and why it was such a treasure.

Speaking of friendships... Another pull of sorrow plucked at his heartstrings. Where was Minnow? Surely, she hadn't left already - not without saying goodbye! Adrenaline coursed through him, a stroke of panic, at the thought. He'd grown very fond of her, especially after sharing such a successful hunt with her. He hoped he'd given her a good impression, and that they could develop their bond further. Maybe she'd leave with him and Easy? The thought of that sent his heart aquiver with excitement. The pang of loneliness he felt earlier fled, replaced instead with a newfound eagerness for the future.

The subtle sound of soft footfalls broke his reverie, and he turned his head to look over his shoulder. As if he'd willed her into existence, there she was - the sprightly lass who smiled shyly and laughed with her golden eyes.

"Minnow!"