Silver Moraine picture i'm a dreamer, i'll take you deeper

sobeille did magically appear — though it was several moments after athalia’s gunpoint muzzle turned towards the moraine. keeping her head low, her ears pinned to avoiding the hungering bugs that buzzed at her face, sobeille broke from cover.

she’d realized a minute or so before this scent — and the strong impulse it elicited in her hastened each step.

would athalia recognize her these months later? sobeille slowed to a stop, the cool sweep of her golden gaze assessing athalia’s condition. she looked less hale than before, perhaps worn down by the road.

what was she doing out here?