Quote:There is a freak storm.This thread is dated after SW join thread, just going to be super vague here as to what ended up happening. The storm'd be all that was on her mind, anyways. @Anouke and if @Mirren wants to search for her he totes can.
Kite had told Mirren she would return soon. She desired to take him with her, but Kite was trying her hand at being thoughtful. She had willingly taken up most of his time the days they had traveled to the Woodlands... Perhaps he had something to attend to. Kite had told him she would not be far, staying within the area. I want to prove my worth quickly, learn the lands you know and gain some knowledge... That was what she had told him. Although Kite had every desire in the world to be beside him at every instant, she did not want any leader to think she would ever take someone out from under them. Even if that was not the case, Kite thought it prudent to be careful.
Kite had not been gone too long. She had traversed through the Fields and cut through the Orchard to get here. All the while, Kite's eye had been to the sky. She observed the pattern of the crow she had followed here, wondering if he would take her to food. Her nose was to the earth, but when her head lifted, she noted the dark figure overhead was gone, flying the opposite way. I should follow. She knew that she should, and yet... she swore she could smell something. Food. Something to take home. Her nose also warned her that bad weather was near... but she had suffered through plenty of storms in her life to feel no anxious stirrings in her gut. Kite was certain she could scout out shelter... and her eyes then take in a tall knoll with a tree crookedly, eerily hanging from its side. Its roots were plenty deep that it could stand in such a way, but one in particular offered safety from the outside elements. It jutted upward, and hung in a protective arch. Kite knew she could weasel into that spot... and so felt better as she walked forward.
But the storm was approaching quicker than she thought. Ominous clouds made Ghastly Woods even more foreboding than it had been upon her entering it. She could not smell snow... only rain. But the clouds and the way the wind nipped at her seemed to promise it. Kite was unsettled by the strangeness of the weather she had not experienced. The maslin of scents had Kite narrowing her eyes in a moment of brief confusion.
And then she turns, heading toward the tree. Kite was not vapid, and knew when moments called for bravery and when they called for survival skills. The storm was too close and approaching too rapidly for her to decide to do anything else. It was a mile away, but her long legs carried her, the promise of her arrival before the storm seemingly guaranteed.