It was so cold. Stardust could not spend all of the day in the den though. She had to go out to…do business, get a drink, find some food, make sure everything was okay in the pack.

It didn’t matter that Mythris was covered in white. A striking white that was almost blinding when the sun was out. Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, the sun was not out on this day. Clouds covered the sky, and not a dot of blue was to be seen.

The woman of stars and void loped out of her den quickly. The fast the movement, the quicker she could get back home. Yet something caught her attention rather quickly. It was the scent of a familiar face, Racharra. She was not exactly close. The scent was faint, carried by the wind outside of the pack, she was sure, but it was enough. Stardust felt worry fill her heart for the woman.

Stardust whined as little snowflakes fell onto her star-touched neckline. Was Racharra okay? Was she freezing out there? It was oddly cold. Way too cold. But Stardust couldn’t let her freeze. She turned back to her den, and grabbed one of the furs that Kirain recently gave her. She flung it on her back, and went on her way following the scent.

It was eerie out. Despite it being mid-day, the world was covered in the haunting mist, touched with snow falling from the sky. The silence was deafening, other than the sound of tree limbs cracking from the weight of cold sky coming to meet earth.

Stardust uses her nose, following the scent in the air as it gets stronger and stronger. Paws begin to feel numb. The wind chills to the very bone. Was she making a mistake? Stardust huffs a bit, steam coming from her breath.

”RACHARRA? ARE YOU OUT THERE?” she called out, her voice carrying despite the snow. Not even snow could quiet the lungs of Stardust.

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snow was not at all like sand.
she had seen it on the mountaintops far away from the mesa, and in her travels. she imagined how soft it would be, how refreshing after so many days under the blistering desert sun. at first, when the snow first fell, it was wonderful to see her breath, and lay on it for just a little while like a blanket.
now she trudges through it, left fighting wind and the cold biting her toes frigid. her small ears lay flat against her skull as she wades the snow. had she foolishly stepped into a snowstorm?

but a familiar voice reaches for her, through the fog and snowfall. stardust! she calls back. the winds must have carried her scent far, or perhaps she had been walking in circles this whole time without realizing. the noble woman tries to follow the source, crooning out a song as cold wind rams her back.

Stardust was not sure if she was just imagining Racharra’s scent. Yet she could not just ignore it. It was awful out, and although Racharra was a very…formidible woman, no one was immune to the cold. Her heart froze thinking that Racharra might be out there alone, freezing by herself in the grip of winter.

After she called out, she listened in the quiet world. Snow continued to fall without hesitation. Stardust’s ears prick forward, and her concerned cyan eyes scanned the land…however, the visibility left something to be desired. A frown started to cross her face, but then she heard her name. It was most certainly the voice of Racharra.

Stardust turned her head in the direction, a song coming from the other woman. Stardust followed it, long dark legs trudging through the snow. Stardust was pretty good at knowing where she was, and did not get lost easily, even in the snow. Growing up in a dense forest, she was keen on noting the slightest of details, and was a very visually centered woman. But would Racharra be okay out here?

”Racharra!” she called out, the woman coming into view. Stardust whined slightly as she comes to Racharra’s side, with the fur still secured on her back covered in snow by now.

”Darling, are you okay? This may be the coldest winter I have experienced…of course, because THIS PLACE refuses to be anything but normal,” she said moodily, cyan eyes thrusting up to the sky, her ever present enemy.

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it is not the woman's dark silhouette breaking through the pillowing snow plumes but the distinct crunch of footsteps approaching. they were urgent, had something happened or was stardust just worried for the nebet?
she did not have to wonder for long. racharra follows the footsteps and immediately is greeted by a friend. stardust! she fawns, even as wind whips and curls her mane. it's good to see you! the other woman was concerned, a gesture that warmed racharra who'd grown so used to being alone she hadn't considered someone would've sought her out. oh... i'll live.. this was nothing, she just needed a pelt or something, but she didn't want stardust to feel she had wasted her time.

despite the circumstances, the druid woman was as chipper as ever, barking damnation to the sky like a dog up a tree. her gaze follows stardust, open-mouthed as the other shouts at the heavens. you will probably incur a god's wrath if you continue to shout at them like that.. she jests. partially, she will pray for stardust's well being, knowing how vengeful her gods could be. but if the night woman hasn't erupted in flames yet, she'll probably be fine.

Stardust’s tail waves in the snow. She then pulls at the extra fur on her back and offers it to the woman. It is well maintained, and the largest one she had out of the furs Kirain had brought her. ”Take this,” she offered, lowering the fur so that she may inspect it before use. Stardust would never give a sub-par fur, and she turned her attention to looking around for a moment.

”That god’s wrath?” she questioned with her cyan eyes narrowing at something in the distance. ”No gods had ever shown themselves where I came from, so if there are any here…well,” she tilts her head then, her stare into the distance focusing in on an oddity.

”Do you see that over there? The blue reflecting in the sky?” she asked, pointing her nose. The snow was an ever-falling distraction, but if one concentrated, a blue glow could be seen in the distance. It was not super close, but not far enough to be a deterrent to see what was up. She couldn’t even guess what it was, the actual object glowing obscured by landscape. ”What…what do you think that is, something from a god of yours?” she asked stepping closer to Racharra with curiosity washing over her features, the cold forgotten for but a moment.

sorry for the slow reply! lowkey, my muse for rach is a little low but im trying to fix that!

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ah.. she gasps as the fur is slung over her broad shoulders, a warmth and glee running to her face. how long has it been since she's been given a gift? how long since she's worn furs? she'd lost all of them, meaningless compared to the kingdom and family she's lost yet such a familiar weight on her shoulders puts the biggest smile she's had in such a long time. oh, thank you. thank you so much..

stardust hardly takes racharra's warnings seriously — why would she? the gods only showed themselves in tragedy. in floods, in disasters, in mocking those that escape their wrath with tragedy after tragedy. the gods have long since scorned the ogress to death, and for equally as long she has been defying them.
she keeps quiet, only offering the slightest shrug until stardust's attention is taken elsewhere — beyond them was the faintest light, one racharra hadn't noticed until now. perhaps it was the divine, perhaps not. a lump formed in racharra's throat, and the midnight woman didn't help ease her nerves.
they're usually not this direct.. the ogress' smile fades.

Stardust was not expecting such a large smile from the woman, but she knew not what the woman had been through. ”Always know that Camhanaich is there to help where we can,” she said, feeling the words of Kirain ooze from her mouth. She needed to work on another way to say it, but the cold certainly kept her from being creative.

Racharra’s response was not the most comforting. She pulled her head back, snow having gathered there amongst the touches of white flecked fur. ”...Direct? You mean THAT is from your gods?” she questioned, eyes flickering from the woman to the blue light reflecting in the sky. She shrugged a bit.

”Guess we can go say hi, might as well, it looks like the one from the dreams, does it not?” she asked then, assuming that Racharra had the dream just like Ketamine did. The shared dreams were certainly a strange thing, so might as well go confirm what they saw no? She then nudged the larger women with her nose, before stepping her way to the flame.

All good, happens with all the characters! Feel free to shuffle them both over to the flame!

thank you. racharra bows again. stardust quickly returns to the matter of the glowing light, convinced it was one of her gods, and yet still brave enough to even consider approaching.

the woman hesitates. the gods have rarely been kind to her, to accompany stardust would surely put her in the path of their wrath, but the woman must know she is playing a dangerous game to still be approaching — besides, racharra couldn't leave her to her fate. not after all camhanaich has done for her.

let's walk with caution, then. i do not know if its a god, but regardless it might be dangerous.

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im so sorry its so short, but i was really struggling with this post and just wanted to get something else so you didnt have to wait any longer. i hope to find racharra's voice again :( its been forever since ive written her so its hard to sit in her shoes.