i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high
This far north, in the highest reaches there is always a bite to the air. Though summer clings to the lowlands with a fierce tenacity and warms the bogs and moors, the peaks and northernmost cliffs have always resisted its pull. Despite spending his childhood in the cocooning warmth of the Taiga, Reave has never minded the chill up here.
That may have been more surprising if Reave had not proven just how adaptable he is. He could have easily ended up in the arid deserts of the south or west and been equally content.
Rune is the first to warn him of Cheri’s arrival. The large bird is little more than a distant speck against the clarity of the sky above. But through his eyes, Reave can see her familiar form, veridescent and black contrasting sharply with the frost-bitten ground on which she stands. He might have been surprised at her visit, but considering his recent… meddling, he can’t say that he is.
Of course, he has been receiving a greater number of visits than usual from relations. Or almost relations. Perhaps she has come to join them in seeking the benefit of his abilities.
He does not rush as he moves to the mountainous terrain she waits for him on. His steps are sure on the rocky ground, bright gaze lifted as he tops an uneven rise until she comes into sight. If her eye is particularly sharp today, she may have already spotted Rune against the distant sky, though Reave does not appear until some time later. But if she had wished a timely response, she would have picked lower ground.
As it is, he wonders if she had chosen this place for its privacy. Staring at her as he nears, he begins to suspect he might have been correct in that guess.
Smile tilting his mobile lips, he eyes her with familiar amusement (and perhaps just a bit of affection). “I’m delighted you have missed me so much you’ve decided to visit again so soon.”
reave
@Cheri