[AW] twin flames

[Eik]

The days are beginning to lengthen and warm as the grasp of winter slowly, surely loosens. The desert takes these changes in stride, dusty green colors emerging from what once seemed a barren, dead landscape. He feels an awakening that mirrors the landscape, a gentle hum of anticipation for a new season, a new dawn.

But first, the night must be endured.

He leaves the court as the sun is low in the sky, as he always does, turning himself lose among the wilds of Solterra, where the stars are not blocked by walls or ceilings or towers. Mind wandering, he weaves among the saguaro and the creosote, stopping only when something strikes him as odd- a sudden silence, thick with tension. He turns from the sun and sees the sandstorm that looms on the horizon.

A wall of sand, a grotesque dream turned real, writhes and roils, pressing forward with alarming speed.

"Shit," he murmurs, taking a second moment to admire the storm (it is horrific but impressive, you must give it that much) and decide what to do. The day court lies between himself and the beast, but if he were to fail to reach the court walls... he would be completely exposed.

It is not a hard decision to make- he turns and runs.

In short order the edge of the storm catches up to him, whips sand against his sweating flanks, and he marvels at the power that assaults him. Ahead, through squinted eyes, he sees a woman disappear into the rocks. He follows suit, not too far behind, and nearly collides with her as he slips through the sandstone walls and into the cave.

Heart thundering, he takes a moment to catch his breath. It is a good moment to survey his new companion and the shelter she so handily led him to.

"Hell of a storm." He says eventually, more in awe than annoyance, quiet voice barely rising over the growing wail of the wind.

When it rains, it... sandstorms.

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There is no better way to know us
E I K
than as two wolves, come separately to a wood

@Artesia :D