10-11-2012, 01:40 PM
((For anyone and everyone, but not mandatory. Set midday on October 11th. Tal and Myrddin are in Optime. Free post order. ))
He didn't ask permission to call, he just threw his head back and let the summons fall from his lips. He stood in front of Skye's house, facing the center of town. His shirt cropped mane was messier than usual, a result of him combing his fingers through it constantly since arriving home early this morning.
He'd waited until noon to call. He needed the D'Artisians, he needed their help. Not for himself, but for his family, for everyone's peace of mind. No one knew where the Rhiannon matriarch was. He knew the traders could help. If his mother was still alive, and in a pack, the traders would find her or find news of her at the very least.
Myrddin pressed against his father, the two males standing shoulder to shoulder. Except for the brown points that marked him, the two males were identical. Myrddin knew that Deuce wasn't dead. Tameri would have told him if Deuce had entered the spirit world.
He didn't ask permission to call, he just threw his head back and let the summons fall from his lips. He stood in front of Skye's house, facing the center of town. His shirt cropped mane was messier than usual, a result of him combing his fingers through it constantly since arriving home early this morning.
He'd waited until noon to call. He needed the D'Artisians, he needed their help. Not for himself, but for his family, for everyone's peace of mind. No one knew where the Rhiannon matriarch was. He knew the traders could help. If his mother was still alive, and in a pack, the traders would find her or find news of her at the very least.
Myrddin pressed against his father, the two males standing shoulder to shoulder. Except for the brown points that marked him, the two males were identical. Myrddin knew that Deuce wasn't dead. Tameri would have told him if Deuce had entered the spirit world.