Despite everything going on, he hadn’t forgotten his first friend. Nori was still out there, somewhere. Nobody had the faintest idea where, and it did not make any sense for her to simply vanish. So, as the sun began to set, and stars rose to take its place, he had set out to retrace the path they had followed together, during his first trip up here all of those months ago. The air was quiet and cold, even the wind oddly silent and still as he traversed.
There was nothing to mark the trail except his memories, though. No prints in the snow, no scents present. Even as he returned to the very area where they had been. To the rocky area they had rested in, and then to the now frozen stream he’d dunked himself in. Even the faded bones of that elk they'd feasted on were still present, the outline of them visible beneath the snow. He could even almost hear her words, and the sounds of their banter echoing in his ears. Jethro recalled how she’d thought he would wait until winter to dunk her in the water, and how Jet had promised to be gone by then.
He had not thought that he’d be the one still here, without her. She’d saved him from what would’ve certainly been a lonely, miserable existence, and now she was gone.
Once more on this night, though, the aurora was visible, those strange, multi-colored lights dancing in the sky to accompany the thousands of stars there. Jethro was not usually the sort, but the sight of it, and the memories this place evoked, stirred something within him. He tipped his head back, breaking the silence with a wistful, and almost mournful song.
Where are you?
-for Scully!
(This post was last modified: Jan 17, 2022, 02:41 AM by Jethro.)