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Sindri had to hurry, or she was going to be late for the party she'd been trying so hard to spread the word of! Of all the worries she had ever given her Father(s) and was like to continue to proffer each potentially heart-attack-risking event with the same apologetic, sweet smile that had always gotten her out of trouble before.... this should not be one of them. He was trying so hard to carry on, especially after each and nearly each one of his children were drifting on the wind or back within the embrace of their ancestors - it would be cruel, now, to not be home when she promised she would. To make him fear something had happened to his last daughter. His last child, the only one of the litter not assumed dead or personally buried.
She would never forget the way she thought her heart would tear from her chest, the day she found Bragi had gone. She blamed herself - if she'd been more attentive of Apollo, perhaps, he would've pulled through his infection. He would've lived. Her sister wouldn't have lost him, and she wouldn't have lost her sister. Then again, Bragi always had seemed tortured by something Sindri couldn't see nor soothe, and however much she'd tried, she'd never been able to feel as though her littermate had really assimilated into this life of theirs. Maybe out there... she had found something else. Maybe the sea had taken her back as it had Trygve, and she was with Apollo again.

Or maybe she was right here on this fucking MOUNTAIN?

Sindri thought she was dreaming, at first, or simply wishing for a life she didn't have anymore. Her hormones were running rampant, her thoughts were swarmed with Fenglan and returning home, and she was lost in nostalgia. The first faint wisp of a scent went merely sighed at, and the dappled Cupiddottir carried on forward. Was over the mountain quicker than around? She wasn't sure anymore, but she was still trying to see as much as possible on her way home! The cliffs would afford her some distant glances at lands still yet untouched by her paws, and she told herself she would go further, next time.

Whenever that would be.

When Bragi's scent drifted to her again, stronger, more solid, Sindri nearly tripped off the cliff. It couldn't be, she thought, but couldn't it? She knew the chances of her littermate being dead were as equal to her chances of finally having snapped and run off. Why did it surprise her, the idea that she might've been hiding here watching over the island all the time?
Well. It didn't smell so strongly of her, but still.

Where had she been?

What had she been doing?

Why wasn't she home, with them? If she couldn't stand it there anymore without her son, then why not at least a goodbye?

Sindri, all too well aware that she stank to high hell and back, pulled herself onto level land and picked up into a trot, ears on a swivel. A single bark left her; curious, summoning, disbelieving. Astraios soared high above, gravely silent save for a single who-hoot as if calling with her, his shadow dancing on the stony path just ahead of her nose. The sun had fled from the sky, leaving a bit of a chill to the summer night, but it wasn't entirely dark yet either. Twilight wrapped the world in pastel purples, and at the very edge of the far horizon, navy began to bleed onto the vast canvass.

Somewhere out there, her sister. Sindri wouldn't let her hide, not now. Not this time. Even if she didn't want to come home, Sin deserved the goodbye she never got in the first place. Bragi deserved an apology she'd never allowed her sister to offer.