tags — storage — plotting —
The best part of traveling was that the sky was never the same twice. Driftingtempest would think on this as he cranes his neck back, staring up at the sky through the conapy of trees. Today the sky was slightly blocked by the whispering pines. Spending the night here had been rather spooky thanks to the fog that filtered near constantly all around. He'd been tempted to ignore his fatigue and keep walking until they came upon a far less haunted place to sleep, but with some convincing he managed to get some sleep. He was glad he stayed, for the territory was absolutely gorgeous in the morning. Fog still lingering, the spooky atmosphere was completely washed away by the gentle light of the rising sun, making the mist glow like suspended rain. It was beautiful.
Despite it being far too early to be awake, Drift would bound back to the den he shared with his sole companion - the one aspect of his journey that never changed. "Pen! Pen you gotta wake up" he purrs, poking his head into the den. Spotting his tawny companion the dragon-horned feline would grin, his chest fluttering at the sight of her. Bumping his head against hers gently, nuzzling her awake, Drift adds, "I have breakfast too"