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ooc: setting this back in autumn <3
Arkana had left the Crossing before the break of dawn, when the world was still quiet and gray. By the time she arrives on the sands of Luthien, morning is in full force, sending shafts of warm golden light through the trees as all the familiar scents and sounds of home drown her senses. Having not even stopped to have breakfast before she left, Arkana is groggy and trembling with fatigue as she slips into the shadows of the forest. She does not make straight for the herd, but lingers out of sight while her coat dries, snatching a quick meal and then rolling in the dirt to rid herself of any untoward smells that would give her away.
All the while, she thinks of him: of the little pinpricks scattered across his coat like stars in a midnight sky; of his eyes, burning like little suns; the cadence of his deep voice; his laugh; his gentle, boyish grin. Arkana’s young mind is a whirlwind as she relives every moment of their evening together, and she wonders where he is now, what he’s doing, and whether he’d found the flower she’d left for him.
She’s almost forgotten to be worried about the inevitable argument that will spark when her mother finds her, when she hears the snap of a twig, drawing her posture bolt upright. When she sees a roaned bay pelt peeking through the foliage, she lets out an exhale of relief. “Psst,” she calls out in as loud as whisper as she can manage, “Sabran!”
love-child of evren & shamwari
2; mutt; bay tobiano; 15.3hh wfg |