Silver Moraine hole in the earth

the boy.

he has to rescue the boy.

mulherin has not returned since the calamity at nova peak. the pupnapper escaped him, for now. he will find her in due time. and he cannot tell himself otherwise.

but the moraine is barren. there is nothing for scent to cling to any longer. the trail withers away. 

and in a way the past repeats itself. he’d come here once, with masquerade. his bloodlust had nearly made him forget.

she was dead. 

in a way he’s mad at her.

leaving, returning, leaving this earth; shoving in his hands the burgeoning task of picking up the pieces of dragonspine. three nephews, motherless.

he resents her for doing to them what was done to him.

even if beyond her control. 

his throat pleads for water.

he does not answer.

keep going.