The lone ulaya illuminated the path upon which he walked, a winding trail in a valley, swathed by countless others that had walked the same way. Kamui's destination was on the opposite side of the rift, and though his steps were quick, he wasn't in a real rush. He reveled in the sun that pierced his body, and was turned into icy blue that made it look like each step he took was a bit of winter.
However, Kamui cherished more a golden glow not of the sun, and slowed at the thought. He would be reunited with his mate soon, but in the meantime, his journey would go on.
However, Kamui cherished more a golden glow not of the sun, and slowed at the thought. He would be reunited with his mate soon, but in the meantime, his journey would go on.
