Cedar Sweep Ghost Train

*STEALS THIS*

once again he returns to the sweep, though he doesn't intend to stay long. he's not really got any reason to be away from tindómë's borders now and it's probably not something he's supposed to be doing as nénar, but. whatever. he's not gonna get scolded and he wants to stretch his legs. (sometimes he wakes up and his heart aches and he has to get away even if just for a minute to catch his breath.)

winter's chill is insistent and demanding and delight is glad tindómë has grown enough to put away thoughts of relocating until it warms. he's not surprised to catch scent of another in the sweep - his encounters here have been frequent enough that he's learning it's fairly well traveled. the nénar does not exactly set out to find the other, but lets his steps drift in the direction of the scent until he sees their form in the distance. a large, sturdily built character - a woman, he thinks, despite her build (a funny parrallel to him, the delicate androgyne, although delight doesn't give much attention to 'gender' nor particularly cares if  he's labeled male or female). curious and emboldened by his recent socializations, the wisp draws closer to her. "getting chilly," he says by way of greeting, his tone as usual not-quite warm but certainly not hostile.