i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high
Reave could not claim to have settled in to his guardianship of the Northern peninsula. The truth is, he had not settled at all. He returns, pleased to have this place to call his, but he does not settle in the normal sense of the word. Of course, if he had paid more attention to his history lessons, he would know that is not at all odd for those of his dubiously illustrious ancestry.
Today however, the moment he returns and casts his sight forward, he knows there is a newcomer. The future is a finicky beast whose branches reach out in many different directions, but there are some things it can tell him for certain. He had expected her (after all, she had said she would come), but it had been impossible to tell just how it might play out. The one thing that each and every one of the futures he sees now have in common is that they are all intriguing.
And intriguing is something that Reave will never ignore.
The great eagle soars ahead of him, plunging down to the cliff face towards the tide-beaten sands below. Rune carries his sight on his wings as he goes, pulling up just before the shallow cave in which Aela stands. He lands in it’s open maw, the feather’s of his crest raised as he peers inside with predatory golden eyes. The eagle had grown as Reave had, now standing nearly tall enough to reach the shoulder of a horse as small as Aela.
Reave is some minutes behind his companion, sauntering down the beach with a casual stride that suggests he had not hurried nearly as much as he could have. When he finally reaches the mouth of the cave, he peers inside, blue eyes bright in the dim light behind the soft glow of his bone mask. In the shadows of the cliffs, the gruesome rupture of glowing bones is illuminated far more brightly, highlighting the strangely formidable sight he now makes.
The slow grin that begins to creep onto his features as he steps inside does nothing to dispel the imposing aura. “I’m afraid I’ve started without you.”
reave
@[Aela]