Every so often Wrena would find herself alone, without her dear sister’s ever vigilant company, and she takes to wandering. Wandering is what she does best; she is convinced of it, never staying in one place. She’s restless, harsh and darkly free spirited. She’s never really been held down by much save for her love for her mother and sister.
Today she soars over the north-western shores of Beqanna. Storms threaten at her back, swallowing Nerine slowly as the mare flies sway, down the coast toward the islands. Since Ivar had not been spotted in some time she really never came here much and she when she does, it is brief and she avoids contact with the locals. But today there is a familiar sapphire sparkle in the water below and it takes her no time to recognize the form bringing itself together on the warm sands. Her scaly wings whistle as she dives from a high altitude, sprawling her wings out near the end to land somewhere down the beach. She laughs loud enough for him to hear, that and the patter of her solid little toes will give her away before she calls out to him, “Ha! You’re alive!” moving his way with a bouncy trot. When she reaches him she reaches out for a nose bump, offering her warm breaths against his cold wet nose. “How the hell are you?” She coos softly with her nose close to his.
@[Ivar]