you've got an appetite for destruction, i guess that makes you just like me
The length of coast between Aumakua and Haulani was one that Nate knew well by this point, though that by no means meant he knew everything. Or that he was unwilling to go looking. It was one of those times now, early in the morning before the barest hint of the sun was on the horizon, when he has nowhere urgent to be. Pemota drifts above him, out of reach, as she's taken to doing. It feels, almost routine, in a way.
Though, what isn't routine is the way the Starwhal goes drifting off the path, into a more open copse of trees, her attention drawn by something, and his mental pleading goes completely ignored. Because of course it does. So Nate goes trudging after her, off the beaten path, and into what seems to be a thick bank of fog. He can still see the glimmer of stars and the slight crackle surrounding Pemota, a playful joy radiating from her, but nothing else.
Maybe he should be worried, but it seems like quite a peaceful moment, so he's content to stand, looking around for his companion, and perhaps the source of the strange fog.
Though, what isn't routine is the way the Starwhal goes drifting off the path, into a more open copse of trees, her attention drawn by something, and his mental pleading goes completely ignored. Because of course it does. So Nate goes trudging after her, off the beaten path, and into what seems to be a thick bank of fog. He can still see the glimmer of stars and the slight crackle surrounding Pemota, a playful joy radiating from her, but nothing else.
Maybe he should be worried, but it seems like quite a peaceful moment, so he's content to stand, looking around for his companion, and perhaps the source of the strange fog.
NATE
