Post by Gwydion on Jan 17, 2020 23:02:52 GMT -6
The swim from Ina’mos had chilled her to the bone. The sound of her teeth chattering was incessant in her ears, and the cold crunch of the snow underfoot did little to warm her up. With a shaking breath, Gwydion shook out her chocolate fur, sending droplets of water in every which direction that appeared to freeze into small shards of ice upon contact with the wintry air. Her dark colours stood out against a white background but, fearless, Gwydion held her head high as she drank in the new sights of North Igneir. Her entire life thus far had happened on Ina’mos and, as much as she loved it, and her family, it did not keep it from suffocating her like a cage. Parting from Arcturus had been the hardest part and, even now, she grieved his presence, sparing wistful glances over her shoulder like he might emerge from underwater, willing to follow her anywhere if it meant simply being in a place where she was. The thought was selfish and, for a moment, she felt bad for feeling it, but still she looked until the bushes thickened and she could make out the water’s edge no longer. This felt right for her, as much as it hurt. Heartache would come and go, but she feared how much she would regret later on in life if she ignored her wanderlust, left the world unexplored, all to remain on Ina’mos where she was destined to be claimed by a male she did not particularly like.
Her first steps on North Igneir were uneventful to say the least, but Gwydion felt thoroughly exhilarated, electrified. She took in the sight of every frosted tree branch, every snow-coated rock, like it was something out of a dream. The giddiness would wear off, perhaps overnight when she grew hungrier or lonelier but, thankfully, those thoughts were interrupted before they could even fully form. She detected movement ahead and, chancing a delicate sniff of the air, realized with a start that it was familiar. It was the smell of home.
“Diomedes?” Gwydion could not help but call out blindly to her sister. She was aware that she was not the first sibling to leave Ina’mos behind, but she had not expected to encounter a familiar face so soon into her travels. Her eyes narrowed, scanning the bushes with a little more intensity. Gwydion always adamantly refused to baby Diomedes, much to their sister’s, Adrestia’s, dismay, but the fact that Diomedes had ventured out here proved to Gwydion what she always knew to be true in the first place: Diomedes was not hindered by her diminutive stature. She had every right to see the world, to seek out what it could offer her.
Gwydion took a challenging step forward, feeling playful. If Diomedes did not answer soon, or opt to reveal herself, then Gwydion would take the initiative to seek her out. Gwydion was unsure what her course of action would be once she actually saw and spoke to Diomedes. She left Ina’mos with the intention to travel alone – but, of course, she would have made an exception for Arcturus – so sticking with Diomedes was not ideal, but she had no qualms checking in, exchanging words, and perhaps even spending one last night with her sister.