Emberwood No end in sight

Andalusia noticed a wariness about the man when his gaze fell upon her. He looked her over, and for a moment she wondered if he would leave. But the man only returned his attention to the canopy of blue, and humoured her with a response to her question. A grim smile pulled at the Ostrega's mouth when the man spoke of what he searched for, and she felt the irritating twist of hollowness again. Maybe this was where all wolves came to contemplate life or lose themselves to quieter thoughts. That had certainly been her intention, and it seemed the same rang true for the dark man as well.

Andalusia had always been a thinker, the reasonable one. She always said there was little logic in listening to one's heart, and little wisdom in the same. But now - she had lost track of Ciervo and Chehlia. She knew where Sumayl had settled, and where her family still lived. It was clear that finding her siblings was out of the question, but the thought of running to her brother didn't feel right, and returning home to the family she had left behind sat with her no better. The war between emotion and reason only led her on an endless trek between the mountains and the flatlands, searching for something she only felt. Even her wandering had no purpose these days, and the revelation she had family beyond her dreams only topped the deep feeling of uncertainty that grew so strong within. "I haven't decided yet," she exhaled slowly and drew her gaze back down to rest upon the dark man, "But I doubt either of us will find what we're looking for in the sky."