Rhydian;
I don't go looking for her immediately. I saw her marching out of the tent, and I knew my prediction was right, but still I had to wait.
Not because I don't know where she is. But because I know she needed some time to herself.
Gravemaw is not large in the way other kingdoms are. Gravemaw breathes openly. Sound carries, presence lingers... You don't need guards or informants to know where someone is when everything is so in tune here.
And besides, Igma is my cousin. If I can't find her in Gravemaw, then all the years we spent playing together as kids were for nothing.
That bastard wearing Alana's face is not the woman Igma crossed kingdoms for. And with how hurt Igma looked as she left the… maybe she had realised that?
I find Igma where I expected to.
At the edge of a small pond in the woods, past where the noise fades into something quieter… something easier to breathe in. There's a fallen log there, old and worn— the bark stripped away from years of use and weather.
