Anwen had only been gone for the better part of one day and Chimera had already begun to worry. Just one. She had always been there to greet him in the morning, spend the day with him or go out on her own, then bid him good night while laying at his side. There had been no good morning, no adventures, no good night, and another morning without her warmth and beaming face. Now he wasn't quite sure what could have been keeping his constant companion away. At first, he had thought of Griffin but he scowled at the idea of her taken with his charm. She liked him best, didn't she? Now, Chimera couldn't be sure.
It felt as if there was static in the air over the Fields and the red-touched youth couldn't quite figure out what it meant. He was older now, just on the cusp of adolescence; but, the guise of the Red Hound still lingered at the back of his mind. Most especially when his Everstar was out there, possibly all alone. He didn't like it one bit.
Out along the borders, he called for her, but she never answered. His trek eventually brought him to the south along the Palisade, where he was forced to rest along a streak of white and a fallen tree that made up Log-Fall Foss. "Anwen?!" His legs shook as he steadied himself, his throat harsh as he caught his breath. He knew he couldn't stay long; he had to keep running from the sense of loss that was clinging to every bit of his dark wiry coat.
(This post was last modified: Mar 16, 2018, 07:01 PM by Chimera.)