notes: ranger 1/5 (still influenced by the flame)

She hadn't stayed at the strange fire, she had drifted some. She hadn't found her siblings, even a single one of them, and it only made her more confused, so she drifted further away. The smell was lost as the false night swallowed them all up and the snow tried to bury them. Either way, they were in danger. No matter which way it seemed like they were facing the end of everything. So why was it that she still was searching?

She had been terrified by the voice that invaded her dreams. To those that had been here longer it wasn't as bad. Or maybe it was just as alarming?

All of that drove the Dutiful to search. The runes, she had no idea what they looked like, but she had a feeling that it would stand out somehow. She was distracted when she found the great green flame - but there was nothing there that she could pick up. That sound - it wasn't the howl of the wind. It was a voice. Pragma heard the sound of something grumpy not too far from her. 'Fuck this, fuck that' maybe it was the leftover fumes from the fire that had her feeling a little giggly, but she couldn't help laughing the second time she heard the sound of her bitching. Fuck the dreams! She called out in response.