She had been wandering for a while. Dark brown eyes glossed over the ground, unfocused. She had really gotten into it this time. The problem was she couldn’t even identify what had started it all. The only thing she knew was that she had stormed off from the house in a rather ridiculous rage. Raven hadn’t even tried to follow, which set her even farther off. So she walked, bow at hand if something approached her.
She could tell from the ache in her spine that she had wandered for a lot longer than she originally intended. Hopefully there would be a place nearby she could camp for the night. Or an inn. Some form of shelter would be much appreciated. She sighed, too preoccupied to search at the moment. She was too distracted to hear Ratatosk fall from overhead, continuing on without much thought to her surroundings.
She continued in this fashion for a while longer, until she at last arrived in a clearing outside of a small cave. It wasn’t much, but it would serve its purpose for the night. Slowly she approached it, hand on her bow in case the cave was occupied. As she reached the entrance, she heard a rustle from behind her. She drew an arrow to the bowstring quietly, and did not turn at first.
“Who’s back there?”
Was the summon spirit that quiet for Casey to not even notice that he had been following her the whole time or was she just afraid? He wondered, but it didn’t matter so much to him.
It’s not like I care, you baka. Sometimes a little surprise could be nice, or so he thought. Knowing Ratatosk, he had some sort of habit for surprising those he claimed to despise. Ratty, it’s so obvious that you actually consider those people your friends deep inside your heart. Ratatosk continued to follow her until they’ve reached their destination.
“Who’s back there?”
Ah, so she finally noticed.
"A guardian was sealed away for thousands of years. Finally after those thousands of years he awakens but becomes a whole new being, but he wasn’t that one guardian that the others knew from the past. Who am I?"