The Frostback mountains were getting quiet again. When the Inquisition was active, there were too damn many people intruding, wrecking her peace and quiet, but now things were returning to normal. Solitude was the norm, travellers crossing her path were rare, and she didn’t feel the need to use precious magical energy to make her appearance more palatable just in case another person happened so see her.
It was a quiet afternoon. Ivirna took some time to sit and rest, her hare Greymaulkin by her side. In an instant the animal froze, lifted up to his hind legs, sniffed the air and dashed away. Ivirna knew enough about the animal’s behavior to think that it looks less like her was running away from something, but toward something.
Damn hare, probably going to get himself killed. She sprang to her feet and dashed off after him, all the while aware that she was trying to catch something faster, quieter, and better than hiding than she was.
It was a quiet afternoon. Ivirna took some time to sit and rest, her hare Greymaulkin by her side. In an instant the animal froze, lifted up to his hind legs, sniffed the air and dashed away. Ivirna knew enough about the animal’s behavior to think that it looks less like her was running away from something, but toward something.
Damn hare, probably going to get himself killed. She sprang to her feet and dashed off after him, all the while aware that she was trying to catch something faster, quieter, and better than hiding than she was.
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