Maybe it was fate, maybe she was just a reincarnated bloodhound, or maybe it was just dumb luck, but Everly had managed to rarely go longer than a few days without some new lead. It was making her think that her chosen role of teacher was all wrong, and when she got back home she was already preparing the speech to give to her parents about it. Tracking, she would say, is clearly my destiny. My nose is keen, my ears are open and my eyes miss nothing! He's been gone for months and I've still managed to tail him all the way to this faraway place! Or maybe scouting was more appropriate? Or diplomat? After all, it wasn't really her nose which she was following, because he'd run away so long ago that his scent was long faded, and weren't trackers all about the natural signs? She'd been following word-of-mouth, the pungent stink of his presence left behind stronger than any scent marker. Like a foul-mood-cloud that he just couldn't help but fart out wherever he went, one which her nose was quite familiar with.
Composure collapsing as a helpless round of giggles shook her shoulders, Everly trotted on, eyes watering from amusement even as she tried to concentrate on where she was going. But this place was so vast and open and featureless that she had to keep checking the sun to make sure she wasn't walking in circles, and she was beginning to think it was misleading her... and that was when she was able to fully concentrate, which wasn't that easily when thinking about her brother and his grumpy flatulence.
She squinted at a weird shape on the horizon, something which looked like someone had dropped a rock out in the middle of this empty nowhere land, but paid it little more mind, because it wasn't relevant to her search. West, west, west... If she died out here in this sea of snowy tundra, she promised she would finish the job and find her useless brother and haunt him for the rest of his sorry life, and then he'd regret this little tantrum, wouldn't he!
(This post was last modified: Jan 16, 2017, 02:09 PM by Everly.)