It had started again a couple weeks ago, that low itching beneath her skin that burned like sunshine even in the cold. Just like last year she craved company - but this time she was not so naive. She wished Woya had warned her at their parting, and yet Enera has been fortunate enough for nothing to come of her trysts the year prior.
She had been avoiding Luca as much as she could even as they slowly made their way towards the mountain together. It seemed they drifted there on unspoken agreement, perhaps to check on Leo, or perhaps so she might begin the search for her adoptive mother. Perhaps to visit Armand, who she knew was there. But it was here, at the bottom of the mountain, that she finally came to a decision and sought Luca out, remembering his soothing touch and how much better she'd felt after having met him last spring.
"Luca," she called softly, following his scent through snowy undergrowth.