Swiftcurrent Creek Indigo

@Akavir <3

How strange this earth is, where vast canopies of green hides the evening sky and the air of late spring tangles with a thousand voices. The trees shake themselves thickly in the wind as woodfowl dart through their overlapping branches. Without clear vistas and the sun to scorch her back, she no longer felt the gods watching from above. It causes the hebsut to tread cautiously. Perhaps that is a secret of this place.

There were three days between herself and Akashingo. It was only after the miles fell away beneath her feet that Eset contemplated the wisdom of her choice. No matter how she endeavored to ease her mind, thoughts inevitably returned to searing guilt. It pained her to leave, to abandon her post, to withdraw in shame from the thing other women waited the epoch of their youth for.

Normal women; wolf women. Her heart was a knife’s twist.

She moves implacably ahead, pursuing the eastern trails once told to her by @Moss. When the air smells of petrichor and the land tightens with trees, her pace eases. The presence of a claim nearby reminds her she is not alone in this wood and must conduct herself carefully. She slinks along the perimeter of the river, wide ears scanning for sounds of wolf-kind. In the morning she would greet them, but tonight all Eset wanted to contemplate was a bath.

Swiftly she stoops at the banks for a drink. The brook is ice against her teeth but she welcomes the shock of its waters and watches as the current pulls sand from her tired ankles.