Stone Circle I'm bright as the Oregon breeze

She’s due to go, but there’s someone she needs to speak with. His scrappy figure haunting the highlands is becoming a familiar sight, as strange as it seems. She had not expected to reunite with him in Kvarsheim of all places, but she is happy the boy has made it through the chill of early spring and wound up on the borders of the moors. She holds fond memories of their day spent together, even if it feels so simple and faraway now, like a place she’ll reach for but never quite touch again.

Still, seeing him causes her tail to beat, rooting out whatever moment of play there is to intercept her impending anxiety as she creeps up behind him.

“So, @Íkaros!” She barks in an effort to startle before skipping up around his side. “Admit it. You followed me here.” She gives a convincing grin though the worry remains, ticking like a muted clock in the annals of her mind.