heaps of broken glass to sweep away

POSTED: Sun Dec 02, 2018 9:09 pm

Frost coated the lake’s surface. It was deceptively solid, enough to trick most that would walk across it, but the two Luperci skirting the lake knew better than to trust ice. In the distance, ducks milled about in the water, dabbing for meager bits of nutrients as the slush swirled away from paddling feet. A breeze disturbed the frost, revealing cracks and patches of open dark water; it was not cold enough, beneath the midday sun, for the ice to freeze solid.

An afternoon like this seemed almost pleasantly warm in comparison to the harsher north. The taller Luperci shrugged a caribou-skin shawl down off her shoulders, revealing chestnut fur. Stray snowflakes freckled her dark, wiry hair; her light blue eyes mirrored the calm sky overhead. She was not smiling.

It was this that her companion picked up on, though the stocky young wolfdog had to crane his neck to look at her face properly. Fidgeting with a coil of sinew and bone hanging off his hip, he signed easily enough with one hand and a cocked head: <What’s wrong, Willow?>

The smile reappeared quickly. Willow glanced down into the boy’s bright eyes and flicked her ears. “Nothin’,” she replied in a chirp. “Just thought we’d a’ reached the border already.” Her fingers moved as she spoke, completely second nature; what she’d picked up as a habit to mirror her signing father had become necessity with Toklo.

<We’re close though?>

“Yup. Real close.”

She felt fortunate he could not hear the note of doubt in her voice. They should have crossed the border of Krokar some miles back.

This was Black Lake.

Willow nervously pulled the furred shawl back around her shoulders.
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Luperci druid the wilds where the caribou call

POSTED: Wed Dec 05, 2018 9:29 am

OOC: oh goddddd the sadness

It occurred to Eliza that she could’ve simply sent Sidonia back to the lands that they had – until recently – called home. The eagle was sharper-eyed than most, and she would have fed information back to the Cormier dog with neither preamble nor sugar-coating. Even if those things were dictated by the bird’s lack of fluency in High Speech, that seemed better than sending Fin. Liz’s silver brother would attempt to put a positive spin on things at the very least, even if there was no spinning the fact that Milos and Daisy were still gone.

In the end Liz had opted to revisit the now abandoned lands without Finlay’s rather too cloying company. Another pro to being accompanied by only an avian friend: Sidonia did not ask what it was Eliza was coming here for, or what she expected from the glittering waters of what had once been Krokar.

The dog had the knife she’d managed to rescue from Tuktu Lodge sheathed at her hip, a thick cloak wrapped around her willowy form and a further wrapping around the lower half of her face to keep away the chill. Winters had once meant ice fishing and warm hearths; this one was different. There was a dullness in the dog’s eyes even as she stood at the great lake’s edge and drew in sharp, searing breaths of cold air.

She did not know when she started to cry. It didn’t occur to her that moisture was slipping from her warm brown eyes until she had to wipe them – and then, as the world shifted back into too-clear focus, she saw figures across the lake.

Eliza sucked in another deep breath of frigid air but she didn’t trust the scent it brought her – different, changed by months of absence, but at its heart one she would always recognize.

The dog moved around the lake without haste, subconsciously giving the apparition time to vanish – if it was indeed some sort of vision. Well, it had to be. Even the sight of a lone caribou and a familiar falcon couldn’t shake Eliza’s belief that too many broken nights of sleep had caught up to her.

Because this couldn’t be the truth – this couldn’t be what Eliza Cormier’s eldest child had returned home to.

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POSTED: Thu Dec 06, 2018 5:41 am

She sighed and began to skirt around the lake, while Toklo watched the ducks and fiddled with the bola at his side. Ice-encased tree branches creaked overhead, and through the forest, across the smooth surface of the half-frozen lake, Willow thought she could see a figure moving. She paused, her ears pricked, then glanced over her shoulder at her companions: the stocky arctic-blooded boy, the small antlered caribou, the falcon perched on the saddlebags on the latter’s back. When she looked back up, the figure had begun to move through the forest, slowly, coming around the lake’s edge.

Very slowly, as she perceived dark brown fur and that beloved shock of orange, Willow started to wag her tail.

Her demeanor and body language had changed entirely by the time Toklo noticed her silence and stillness. The boy cocked his head, lingering back with the animals, while Willow’s hips shifted with the wild wave of her bushy tail. Her mouth was open in a natural smile, the tongue lolling, the eyes bright, and once her mother was within a distance where neither of them could believe in the illusion, she ran.

“Ma!” Her voice was loud, exuberant, and she aimed to fling her arms around her mother’s neck and pull the woman’s face in toward hers. She leaned her forehead against her mother’s head if allowed, her tail thrashing wildly, breathing in the familiar scent — familiar, but different, something was missing, but at its heart it was Eliza.

She bathed Eliza’s rust-colored beard in licks, then her eyes widened. “Oh, Ma, yer face is all frozen,” she said, and lifted her thumbs to brush away icy tears.

Behind her, Toklo stared with huge eyes, his own tail waving with uncertain excitement. The falcon unfurled his wings, looking like he wanted to fly to Eliza, but only shifted his clawed feet on the leather and hide saddlebags, uncertain too.
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Luperci druid the wilds where the caribou call

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