BORING BY THE SEA ☆ visitor for trygve

[aine.]

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I'll come back when you call me

Sea salt.  The distinct scent brought conflict.  Wariness.  Confusion.  Fond memories of specific faces.  Family.  Friends.  Though growing faint, it was the scent that belonged to Ry.  Yet it also belonged to unfriendly faces.  Fire.  The smoke of a burnt home drifting into the sky.

The petite druid had grown less frightful of the smell of sea salt, yet it still made her uncertain when she caught it on the dry breeze.  Teeth caught the inside of her cheek.  Hesitant.  She'd been wandering after another beetle.  She could head back.  Ignore the voice.

Yet.  It was familiar, if only a little.  And it spoke her best friend's name.  Trygve.  Someone had come looking for him... Would they ask him to go home?  ... Aine felt her chest tighten.  She didn't want to say goodbye yet.  She'd only gotten used to sharing a home with him.  He was her best friend.

But they were probably worried...  He'd been gone a while...  Okay.  Okay.  Someone looking for Trygve... Probably wasn't here to cause trouble... Probably.  It'd be fine.  No violence today.  Just fine.  Besides, the pirate had probably already noticed her thanks to the dark feathers of her wings.

Slowly, she let her little hooves cross the distance.  Not too close.  Just enough to talk.  Hazel hues flickered, dancing around, refusing to make direct eye-contact as she tried to place a name to a face.  This cat was familiar.  Like... She had seen her father treat his injuries before... ... What... What's his name?  Mi... Michael?

"..." She ruffled her feathers, wincing slightly as she did so.  Her wings still ached.  "Um.. Mi-Michael?  H-hi..." He hadn't been around long, had he?  But she remembered.  The smell of iron in the air.  He was not covered in blood this time, at least.  "... It's um.  It's Aine." Obviously.  She didn't look that different she supposed but what else did she say?  He was still practically a stranger.  "Is... Is everything okay?"

The tremors had done more than shaken her up.  She'd been lucky, at least.  A little bruised and battered.  More frightened by the sudden chaos than actually hurt.  She still bore the roughest of her scrapes, but she wasn't kept down... At least, she wasn't willing to be kept down.  Sitting still didn't... Sit well with her.  Her back leg did hurt though.  So long as she kept too much weight off of it she was sure she was fine.

The thought of where the meteor actually hit made her antsy.  She had cousins within the Typhoon.  Cousins who had been kind to her before.  Were they okay?  Was Michael here with news for Trygve?  Or here to take him home?  ... Her stomach felt twisted.  If he wants to go home, then he wants to go home... It's fine.  Michael was probably just worried... Because of those tremors.  And everything would be fine.

— aine | the pitt | commodore of the crows | fae druid —