December 08, 2021, 11:20 AM
Mireille still hunted the caribou with the Rivenwood girls, and Sobo grew lonesome in the confines of Sapphique.
Time apart from them had brought some clarity to Sobo, who first lumped the three Rivenwood girls together in his feelings of inadequacy, but now recognized that it was Druid, and only Druid, who was the problem among them. Witch and Heda were perfectly cordial and kind. He could even have made friends of them ... if not for Druid being the ringleader. More than once he considered venturing to the taiga, finding his sister, and telling her he could work together with two sisters if the third was sent away. Unfortunately, there was almost no chance of convincing Mireille that Druid was a discredit to her siblings, nor of coaxing the other two away from their white-banded leader. Attempting to befriend any of them was a lost cause.
So he decided, one blustery morning, that he would have an adventure of his own, and maybe make some friends of his own. There was a heavy somberness over Sapphique these days and da Njord was growing distant. Sobo would have loved to invite his da along, but thought Njord would not want to join him on this journey. So that morning, he simply ... left. Stole away from Sapphique and into the adjoining sequoia forest, down the rugged cliffs to the beach below, and southwest along the coast. It wasn't like he'd be gone that long, but he desperately needed an escape. So caught up was he in his resolve that he forgot to let anyone but Loko know where he was going, and lord knew Loko would make a prank of it by feigning ignorance and worry.
So it was that Sobo traveled several days down the coast, finding himself at a jagged peninsula where sea water collected in myriad tide pools. The wind was sharp here without the protection of Dragoncrest's trees. The salt spray nipped at his ears and froze to his whiskers. Sobo tried his best to ignore it, along with his growling tummy, while he searched among the tide pools for something promising to eat.
Time apart from them had brought some clarity to Sobo, who first lumped the three Rivenwood girls together in his feelings of inadequacy, but now recognized that it was Druid, and only Druid, who was the problem among them. Witch and Heda were perfectly cordial and kind. He could even have made friends of them ... if not for Druid being the ringleader. More than once he considered venturing to the taiga, finding his sister, and telling her he could work together with two sisters if the third was sent away. Unfortunately, there was almost no chance of convincing Mireille that Druid was a discredit to her siblings, nor of coaxing the other two away from their white-banded leader. Attempting to befriend any of them was a lost cause.
So he decided, one blustery morning, that he would have an adventure of his own, and maybe make some friends of his own. There was a heavy somberness over Sapphique these days and da Njord was growing distant. Sobo would have loved to invite his da along, but thought Njord would not want to join him on this journey. So that morning, he simply ... left. Stole away from Sapphique and into the adjoining sequoia forest, down the rugged cliffs to the beach below, and southwest along the coast. It wasn't like he'd be gone that long, but he desperately needed an escape. So caught up was he in his resolve that he forgot to let anyone but Loko know where he was going, and lord knew Loko would make a prank of it by feigning ignorance and worry.
So it was that Sobo traveled several days down the coast, finding himself at a jagged peninsula where sea water collected in myriad tide pools. The wind was sharp here without the protection of Dragoncrest's trees. The salt spray nipped at his ears and froze to his whiskers. Sobo tried his best to ignore it, along with his growling tummy, while he searched among the tide pools for something promising to eat.
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December 11, 2021, 01:49 AM
Travel came easy for the bird, who could clear massive areas using the thoroughfare of sky; rising with wings outstretched or wheeling above sunlit columns of hotter air at midday.
It was rare for her to fly in the morning while half-asleep, especially as winter continued its descent upon the wilderness. The cold was no issue for her - she was born to it and made to survive the depths of winter - but the shifting air currents this far south were something to contend with.
She had been swept out to sea by these winds, you see. And now as the owl coasted on the sea winds she fought to return to the coast, or at least sought the landforms that were closest to her, hovering just out of reach. The trees could offer her some place to settle for a few hours, if only the winds behaved long enough.
It was rare for her to fly in the morning while half-asleep, especially as winter continued its descent upon the wilderness. The cold was no issue for her - she was born to it and made to survive the depths of winter - but the shifting air currents this far south were something to contend with.
She had been swept out to sea by these winds, you see. And now as the owl coasted on the sea winds she fought to return to the coast, or at least sought the landforms that were closest to her, hovering just out of reach. The trees could offer her some place to settle for a few hours, if only the winds behaved long enough.
Not a soul to be found here on the promontory, and not a worthwhile morsel in the tide pools, either. Sobo searched through three, stirring the water with his paws and peering into the darkness but failed to find anything more exciting than a sea cucumber. Sometimes octopi got swept up in the current and deposited in pools where there was no escape, but he was not so lucky today.
Chewing the inside of his cheek, Sobo turned away from the pools to look out over the ocean. A huge bird drifted on the sea winds the likes of which he did not know. Owls could be heard hooting in the forests at night, occasionally, but Sobo had never before seen one, nor the gleaming intelligence of their eyes. Certainly not out over the sea like this one.
Sobo paused there on the cape to watch it struggle against the wind, wondering if it was far from home too.
Chewing the inside of his cheek, Sobo turned away from the pools to look out over the ocean. A huge bird drifted on the sea winds the likes of which he did not know. Owls could be heard hooting in the forests at night, occasionally, but Sobo had never before seen one, nor the gleaming intelligence of their eyes. Certainly not out over the sea like this one.
Sobo paused there on the cape to watch it struggle against the wind, wondering if it was far from home too.
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December 15, 2021, 03:46 PM
The air caught the underside of one wing, but another draft pulsed across her back from the opposite direction. As the owl tried to compensate for one, the other sent her looping further out to sea - or sharply down and towards the rocks sitting jagged against the coastline.
It took a few tries as well as some exceptional timing for the bird to catch another updraft in time, and by then she was mercifully closer to the landform where the wolf watched her. With all her focus on flying through the turbulence, Aniuk wasn't exactly attentive to the terrestrial creatures or the dangers they might pose.
As she felt the current begin to taper she pulled her wings together, dropping her talons towards an outstretched beam of hemlock, and missed it by a hair, which forced her to open her wings up fully again, sending her back up.
The air currents had other plans, though. With the increased surface area of her wing span, the tempest pushed her down instead, in to the trees, after which a scrabbling sound could be heard as she tried to hold fast.
It took a few tries as well as some exceptional timing for the bird to catch another updraft in time, and by then she was mercifully closer to the landform where the wolf watched her. With all her focus on flying through the turbulence, Aniuk wasn't exactly attentive to the terrestrial creatures or the dangers they might pose.
As she felt the current begin to taper she pulled her wings together, dropping her talons towards an outstretched beam of hemlock, and missed it by a hair, which forced her to open her wings up fully again, sending her back up.
The air currents had other plans, though. With the increased surface area of her wing span, the tempest pushed her down instead, in to the trees, after which a scrabbling sound could be heard as she tried to hold fast.
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