9/17/2024, 4:55 PM
Scouting wasn't her favorite thing to do, normally.
Nor was getting into scuffles with strangers clad in nightmare, bearing threat in every breath.
So Solulfur scouted, now, often. Always brief things, a quick jaunt into the Alpines to check for evidence of the man's presence before she disappeared again.
She'd told no-one, spoken nothing about her encounter, hidden the marks on her shoulder the best she could until they healed enough to lie easily about them, or dismiss them entirely. The shame was...choking, the fear blinding, the churning anxiety in her chest and stomach weighing on her every breath and robbing the Sun of her appetite.
Her nose was in the middle of a bundle of flowers, sniffing them. She'd never been to this part of the Alpines before - it was a meadow of flowers more than a mountain. She thought she should tell Solvi of it, so the madwoman could go herb-hunting.
Sol's stomach flipped, and she decided to tell Solvi at a time she could accompany the madwoman across the borders.
Up ahead, a golden figure moved enough to catch her attention. The Black Sun lifted her head, molten gaze picking out the details of the man as she neared him.
He was tall, wide and looked strange; it took Sol a moment to realize it was the muscle visibly wrapped around his frame. But he was seated in a ring of pretty flowers, as if he'd grown from the earth just like them.
Sol tilted her head at him. Belligerence was familiar on the tip of her tongue, but she remembered the last time she'd spoken without thinking.
Was she going to let her cowardice rule the rest of her life?
Hello.
