Shifting Sands

[Huntress Starsong]

Sand, as far as the eye can see. What once was a great ocean, the water has receded and given way to a barren sea of sand. Nothing lives here, but the sand seems to constantly move, swirling, sinking, and swaying. One wouldn't want to be caught up in its treacherous waves.

 

[Huntress Starsong]

Savith: Savith keeps trudging along, eyes on the ground, step after step. **No water,** he asks finally, emotions once again under control.

Starsong: Starsong was busy combing the mats out of Shine's fur when Savith sent. She looked up, not really paying attention to her surroundings, she was getting tired. She perked her ears up and listened to the wind, it was a strange wind, one she was not familiar with. **We should be by the ocean soo....** Her send cut short as she suddenly tumbled off of Shine. The wolf had stumbled himself into a very sandy pit. The beach was there, but no ocean, just dried coral and rocks. Shine whimpered as he drug himself back onto a stable rock, the sands were shifting as if something underneath was moving. Starsong stood up and brushed herself off giving Shine a distasteful look before looking out at the wasteland.

Savith: Savith drew himself up to a stop as Starsong's wolf founders. Reaching out with mind and magic, he does his best to assist the wolf and rider out of the shifting sand-ocean. Once certain his huntress is safe on solid ground, he peers out over the 'sea'. "By the fallen Palace," he whispers, voice as rough and cracked as his lips.

Starsong: Staring into the distance with the sands shifting nearby made her a bit dizzy so she sat down, Shine leaping from the rock to the solid ground next to her. She had never seen anything like this before, she couldn't make any sense of it. **What had happened so bad that everything we know, everything we love is gone?** She sent it to nobody really, a confused thought, she shook her head and gently stroked Shine's fur.

Savith: **I..... don't know,** Savith sent in reply, mind likewise reeling from the sheer enormity of it. Everything was gone. Everything had changed. Everyone, as far as they could tell, was gone. The whole of the elven race, it seemed, rested with just themselves. And like a weight dropping from the sky, it all became too much. Savith dropped to his knees on the ground where he stood, hands falling into ash in front of him. His head hung and a cry, akin to a primal howl of rage/fear/grief/confusion, tore from his throat even as tears stung at his eyes and danced along his lashes looking to spill free.

Starsong: Starsong was stunned, she had never seen a glider act like... well... like a wolfrider before. She wasn't sure what to do at first, but her heart reached out to his and she stood silently and tenderly rested a hand on his shoulder. She let him be for a few moments to get out what he needed to. After a little bit she knelt down beside him to reassure him **If we made it, I'm sure others did too. Let us find a place where we can settle for a bit, I'm sure others will find us. If we keep moving we may miss them, but if we stand still, all the world's wind will eventually touch our faces**

Savith: Savith knelt, panting, frame shaky long after his 'howl' was done. He heard Starsong's send, felt her familiar presence, and could do nothing but nod. He felt hollow, like his mountain home was, as he pushed himself up to his feet, refusing to look in Starsong's direction. He paused there, a moment of uncertainty plaguing him. Where should they go? This terrain, it's so unfamiliar. The landscape could really be anything in any direction. He closed his eyes, turned away from the shifting sands, turned toward where the High Ones would pull him, and began walking.

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