It was only coincidence that drove the boy to walk towards the girl that was in the shadows of Iromar. The ghostly form of Istas would have never in his life approached if he had known even for a second what was coming. Istas has many fears but his largest by far was girls…. And Diveen girls particularly held an even higher tear in that respect. He blended so prefect into the mists that it seemed like no one could ever spot him unless they were right on top of him. His form was pure white expect his charcoal nose that was miscible as he traveled about, this even included his eyes which were also the purest white with no pupils to be seen. Istas was, ironically, planning to leave for Diveen soon. He had some things to do first but he figured he would start his search in the pack to which his prize held some sort of comfort in.

Istas’ own life though had recently taken a better turn as well. Vainglory AND his father AND his mother all seemed to have been coming back to him! He was happy to see them about again and it certainly made his life better. He felt now when his luck seemed to be going for the better he should really pack up, leave for Taviora then take off to Diveen. It was a process, one that he was honestly excited for. He would have a purpose he would have a skill no other could have or even ever do. His was a special talent one that he had dreamed up and would succeed in. He wasn’t sure if it was his father’s ability that spurred him to have such thoughts and visions for it was in a dream that the idea had come to him and only when speaking with Chael had he been able to figure out that it was his true purpose.

He was running now though, through the heavy fogs of Iromar in the direction of Taviora’s borders. He ran along the outskirts of Iromar however, his usual location because there was less bogs for him to fall in. He hadn’t thought that someone else would be waiting on the borders let alone right in his running path which had almost caused his light and lithe form to collide with the shadowy same aged girl… Girl….. Diveen…. Girl… He stopped looking at the shadowed girl in fear not sure how he had missed her scent amongst all the others. It was thick and strong of Diveen he wasn’t sure what to make of a Diveen girl being in Iromar. It was just so unexpected and he could do little more than stare wide eyed at her. She was so large yet clearly femine and much stronger than he was. He may have appeared larger than the girl he stood before but he was a mere fraction of her weight let alone strength.

Should he call for other Iromar wolves to come? Should he just… run? For the moment he stood paralyzed staring at her just waiting to do… Something, anything.

They never seem to catch my eye but I never wondered why