Emberwood [m] Down

He hardly slept. Sunrise to sunset, he watched the horizon - and sometimes longer. Recently, he had begun sleeping on the outskirts of parkland, and not by choice, but because his eyes grew heavy in watching, and he found himself waking up to birdsong begore he'd had the chance to drag himself elsewhere to sleep.

And still no sign of Reina or Tybault.

He had to do something! So today he broke better judgement and stole into the heart of the land, fevered in sleeplessness, impaired in exhaustion. Shadows rimmed his bloodshot eyes. He sought his sister like a hound.

Reverie! he whispered too loud when he finally found her scent, threading down into a hollow, we need to talk.

In his current state, he didn't notice hers, else he may have turned his words elsewhere.

But instead, his words would run.