Chimera Fields long intervals of horrible sanity

Rannoch was all too self-absorbed in his own merriment, and perhaps all the more naive, to really examine his surroundings. Despite his formal training from both Scimitar and Skellige, he often found himself in situations due to the fact that he had not taken a moment to look around. Today was no exception to it all.

A smile was gently placed upon his features and his eyes closed as the wind traveled northbound and it within this gust that a familiar, yet very jarring, smell jerked Rannoch to attention. He was struck with disbelief as he sniffed desperately at the air in an attempt to pinpoint where the smell of Neverwinter came from. Soon enough his turquoise eyes fell upon the very-familiar figure of Cypress.

At first, Rannoch did not believe his eyes. He blinked rapidly, as if assuming it were all a dream, but when the figure did not dissipate Rannoch knew that it wasn’t that. Cypress, or the wolf who resembled his brother greatly, was real. Drawing his eyebrows together Rannoch lingered in place, not quite sure what to do next. Many different thoughts plagued him as he debated calling out and eventually he knew what he had to do, even though it might have not been the best idea. After all, what if Cypress wanted nothing to do with him.

Despite his better judgement he called out to his brother, squinting as he spoke.

“Cypress…. Is that you?”