fog bound

*rolls upon* :D

Unlike her sisters who had spent their first days in the Sound learning how they could assist the pack and immerse themselves into the health of the Nereides, Callantha done... Well, nothing. She'd spent her days wandering the coast and exploring the forest, avoiding her fellow packmates as best as she could within reason. Of course, Minthe would always be there to reel her back in and try to put her head back into her studies, but once she was released, the ward was off again - putting as much distance between herself and the pack as she could.

Simply put, Cal did not like it here. It was different than the feeling of discontent she'd had in her birth pack or in Themiscrya. This place felt just plain.. wrong. It looked Nereides, and it smelled Nereides... But it somehow wasn't. Not with the sea crone at their helm. With her creepy, skeletal looks and her creepy, leering eyes... Just thinking of her made the ward shudder as she meandered along the shoreline.

She had never been particularly devout, but in trying times like these, even the unruly ward would look to the sea for comfort and for guidance. The fog that settled thickly upon the beach seemed to her to be sent by the gods... Perhaps they too were displeased with the Sound and so had shrouded it in mist so that they wouldn't be able to see it.

Cal gave a lonesome, miserable sigh. She was considering turning back and headed up towards the forest when she suddenly spied a hazy form in the distance, growing more and more solid as whoever it was came nearer. Cal froze, her instincts warning her that it might be the witch herself. When Leucothoë's silver frame finally appeared, the porcelain ward released the breath that she'd held tightly in her chest. It wasn't often she was relieved at the sight of her packmates, but considering how much worse it could've been...

"Leu," Cal called softly to gain the girl's attention.