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he was a blur of red and gold against the pale crags that rose like pillars towards the sky high above her. A lovely little thing that trotting with sure steps, her small hooves loosing pebbles that tumbled down the slope behind her. Higher she climbed, the air thinning in her lungs, until the pass began to level out. The trail was skinny and fenced on parallel sides with mountains placed by gods; the rocks jutting out to scratch at those who dared to pass too close. She traveled quietly, immersing herself with the shadows, a ghost of blood and promises of untamed tempers.Far ahead of her, a silvery phantom moved silently over the rocks. Emerald-jeweled orbs widened in surprise and recognition, like the pop of salt in a pastry, sweet and tart and unexpected. Her hoofbeats quickened, her gaze never leaving him as she neared him. Her lower lip hung — at a lose for words — as she took the sight of him in. A greeting, a hello; one she should return. His voice was soft but bellowed off of the mountain walls; a tell-tale sign of lurkers, and one that was far too open for her liking.. for his safety.
Mila ignored his question as she beheld him, her frustration and longing bubbling like lava in her veins. "You idiot," she scolded, eyes burning as she pulled her fellow Crow — their spy, her brother — deeper into the shadows of a nearby aclove. "What are you thinking, Raum? You can't be here, someone could see you." A huff of air shot through her nostrils as she snorted, releasing the tension in her bones. With a slow exhale, her brow furrowed, eyes growing wide and the bittersweet nostalgia of longing flooding her instead. She rushed on him, grabbing him into a quick embrace, before letting go to look at him. "You look well."
@Raum + all crows
