i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high
He had sent her to Taiga, handing her this territory without a single qualm. He cannot say if she will keep it, but for now, it brings him a great deal of satisfaction. They are so similar, the two of them, and he has no doubt she will grow restless in these quiet woods. But he too is restless - often wandering, often away. But he always returns here just as he returns to the northern moors. He had been born amongst these trees, after all. They had built him into the creature that would take Nerine at such a tender age.
He knows every massive redwood and gleaming mushroom of this forest as well as he knows every knot and hill of Nerine. He knows many of the inhabitants of this wood trespass frequently on the north, just as he does here. But he does not care. The two territories are as close as it is possible for two territories to be.
Finding her is easy enough for a creature like Reave. She had asked him to visit, but he would have visited even if she had not asked.
The wind whispers through the trees, carrying the scent of pine and earthy loam. She finds him before he crosses the distance that remains, his name whisking through the trees on a melodically pitched voice. His lips curve into a wicked grin before he can stop them, eyes brightening into a burning blue. Her brisk steps are muffled on the needle-strewn earth, but it is not her feet he stares at as she erases the space between them.
No, his gaze is fixed on hers with a bold intensity.
“Hello Laddie,” he murmurs in reply, grin widening. She prefers Rel, he knows, but he refuses to be everyone else. “Did you miss me?”
reave
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