Diaval himself was enjoying the sunset, dancing among the clouds where he always felt most free. A weight had been lifted off his shoulders and he felt far lighter than he had in many moons. Finding Lucinda again had returned that the happiness missing from his and at least he felt more complete. Nevertheless the events in the Moors and the months that followed had changed both of the twins and though he was not so weighed down by the burdens of his conscience, there was a tiny storm of thought swirling in his mind.
Swooping low he descends from the sky, the ground rising swiftly to meet him. And with an agility surprising for his build he alights upon the ground and casts his gaze about the field. Golden grass peaked cautiously through the patchy snow, hesitant with Spring so far away. Far off in the distance the towering might of the Venora Peak, dark against the blood-hued sky.
@Pravda <3
