Cordelia
There was something about running this way. He presses them harder, pushing further, and not giving them a moment to rest. Cordelia couldn't help going after him. Just like she'd followed him out of Halo, into the Wilds, and everyday since then. She didn't stop then and she wouldn't stop now. The Attuned almost falters at his howl. The sound of it causing her instincts to startle, steps loosing their rhythm for the span of a breath, but she finds it again. Now you're just trying to throw me off. Comes her teasing words into his mind, an amusement swirling along the bond, butting up against his own.
He changes their direction again and it's a quick one. Cordelia's direction and gate switch. She barely manages to avoid shoulder checking a tree, having to weave more intricately through this space, but she's made for this and the Attuned doesn't let herself slow.
He changes their direction again and it's a quick one. Cordelia's direction and gate switch. She barely manages to avoid shoulder checking a tree, having to weave more intricately through this space, but she's made for this and the Attuned doesn't let herself slow.
Barefoot in the wildest winter
Catching my death
Catching my death
