[private] Old enough to know but too young to care

[Fyr]

I'll settle for the ghost of you.

From Lillibet, he learns of the ruins. They had appeared after the South had fallen but other than that, they seemed mostly a mystery. She had spoken of looking for hints of others there, the possibility of evidence from those of Sylva and the Pampas could have by chance reached that location, and its not long till he goes to see for himself.

The silence is unexpected, pale hooves echoing off rough stone, when he arrives. There's a strange sensation in this place, the quiet air almost oppressive, a feeling as if being watched. One would think he would be use to such a sense with his unusual bond to the afterlife but in this place he finds himself rather unnerved. Slowly he makes his way through the crumbling structures and begins to search. Sharp yellow eyes cover the ground, looking for any sign that might have been left by someone he knew. Lilybee had not had much luck in this place and if she hadn’t found anyone then he doubts his fortune will be any better. However, he stubbornly persists if only because its better then doing nothing at all. Better than waiting in Pangea and getting his hopes dashed every day that no news came.

Minutes tick by and then change to hours. The sun had been high in the sky when he started but it is now late afternoon and he still hasn’t covered nearly half this place. There is no sign of Aela yet but still he presses on, flames ravaging along his back as his irritation rises and his hope dwindles. There are places where the sea swells and floods that still needs to be checked but he is wary of getting too close, his dreams still heavily influenced by his time out at sea. Those memories of falling and drowning begin to emerge and he grimaces, turning away from the ocean and back to the task at hand.

Twilight had barely begun to appear when he thinks he hears something from behind him. It’s not fear that makes him turn but annoyance at being interrupted, yellow eyes peering into the strange shadows made from the ruins. “Show yourself.” He finally says, unamused, as the fire erupts into tall spirals along his spine and begins to form in front of him defensively.

FYR

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