Who: Jake and Aaron Where: Up in the mountains What: Coping (or lack thereof) with headfuckery When: Today Rating: sweary, most likely Open: God, no Status: WIP
Jake was still spending more time away from people than with them. He hadn't flown with Banshee because his head was still a mess and he didn't know how the ikran would cope with that and he was so uncertain about forming Tsaheylu with Neytiri. He usually slept in the barn with her, but often crept away before sunrise. Not that it would be difficult to track him in the current weather - his footsteps in the snow were rather easy to identify, after all.
He was deep into the mountains today, wandering aimlessly (or so he thought) through the trees and just letting his thoughts drift. The snow made everything seem clean and fresh, which he was more than thankful for, but it also hid things. He was about to head off in a completely different direction when he realized he knew where he was. He remembered. He'd found this place months ago along with Aaron when they'd gone exploring. He changed his route, and headed towards the caves they'd found.