atmosphere

Softened sigh fled her lips as a gaze rested over the horizon, the sun casting its dying rays against the darkening skies. As lovely as the sight may be Tsillah could feel no joy in it as attentions lingered toward an invisible line. One where patrols surely blocked a path home. While she had been bore within these lands, instilled with the beliefs of the very clan her parents ran… it never felt like home. The warmth such a place should carry was absent. Emotions distant as all was placed upon maintaining command, the duties of a chieftain placed before those of a guardian. Now it seemed she were stuck here until a break in the formations below could be discovered.

A path leading to salvation. The regular’s back at the Hound's Head better appreciate Ranefer’s company for it were his visage they would behold for some time. At least until she was able to return, but there was no telling when that may be. She needed to find connections. Someone who knew the ins and outs of the borders, when patrol guard’s held shift changes, or even a path through shadows where those high strung beasts could not see. “Better keep things running Ra,” she knew he would and yet dulcet refrains still murmured under her breath.

Gold dipped tail coiled about her paws as a vibrant gaze stared absently ahead. Surely an old dwelling could be visited, see if tempers had settled over her previous departure for the mainlands. And yet there lingered a silent debate. Worries which flourished in her breast, escaping in another huff from her lips.