Kiki!
Sage had left her room early. She'd felt restless lately, having stayed home the past couple of weeks. The wandering girl was not accustomed to this strange, sudden habit, and her body did not adjust quickly. Her sleeping patterns had been strange, but now Sage wanted to make life normal.
The tan girl mounted Lennon and took off, no particular destination in mind. She would stay close, still not wanting to leave Inferni's borders just yet; she was unsettled without closure. Talitha had stormed off from Dahlia that day, and they'd hardly spoken since. It had been several weeks now. Talitha was so close to Sage-- or had been-- that it felt wrong, to have this distance between them. Had she really meant all of those things she'd said?
Frowning, she moved to the rocky beach, chocolate ears perched atop her head, hopeful. Talitha came here often, Sage knew, and so she sought her cousin here once more, despite her own dislike of the place. With a lit joint between her lips, she dismounted her steed, giving him a swift pat on the flank. The pastel stallion wouldn't go far, she knew.
Curiously, she strode towards the shore, nose on the wind, trying to gather any of her scent. Even if the redhead wouldn't make the first move, Sage would be certain they would be on good terms again. Nearly worried, chartreuse eyes scanned the coast; there was nothing, yet.
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