He can not ignore the worry that blossomed in his chest nor the nagging that darkened his thoughts. She had promised they would only be a day or two at the most - and now the time had spanned to several days. Yes, Skogsra is impulsive. Had a short fuse, amongst other annoying traits. But she is his sister... and he can not ignore the fact that they have yet to find themselves on the Harbor's shores.
Grumpily, he trudged through the hissing surf and onto the hardened sands beyond. He had not planned on making the swim from Atlantis to the crossing, but he had to know. He had to know that they are safe. That they had went where she had said they were going. But first, he would check the crossing... the Commons, and beyond. Perhaps, he would find his sisters or atleast hear of where they had ended up.
His hooves stepped across the hardened sands and into the last of the yellowing autumn grasses. He can not ignore the frigid chill on the breeze, nor the naked branches of the trees. His time spent within the humid jungles of Atlantis have left the Harbor King ill equipped for the changing season.
He pressed further into the throngs of milling horses, some remained deep in their conversations while others glanced his way momentarily. None - of course - are his sisters. An exasperated sigh huffed across his whiskered lips. Damn. How could she be so stupid? He huffed. She had led Skadi to the North. She had promised it would just be for a day. And NOW. They are no where to be found.
A call drew him from his pissy thoughts and to an unfamiliar, lithely built girl. He could not help but be drawn to her - as if the Norns had purposefully wove their paths together. Numbly he stepped towards her, his eyes glued to her and ONLY her. It wasn't until they were only steps away when another stepped forward to meet her. Suddenly Siguršr realized his mistake and slid to a halt. I am Rilke, of the Forest; what is your name? the stallion introduced himself. What brings you here? he asked and in that moment Siguršr can not help but step closer.
"The Norns... the Norns have brought her here," he breathed as his glacial eyes settled on her "our paths are meant to cross, they are one..."
