Heidi
*The transparent wolf sat still at the edge of the roads, her fur standing on end as she watched each person pass by, waiting for the one she was meant to look for. She was never sure why she was sent out on this mission. People always worried her with how much was at risk. Another person walked by and the wolf found herself slumping under the shade of the bush she kept in. Her frame was small though she seemed healthy enough despite it. Well as healthy as a spirit could appear. Around her neck sat small necklace with a scroll of paper attached to it to make sure she didn't lose the message she meant to bring in her timidity. She hoped the person came by soon. The wolf knew this message was important, but she feared lingering near the sun for too long, even more so of being so far from home. 'Where are you?' She wondered desperately to herself.*
Richard
"Ah, I missed this place!~"
*The young cleric chirped aloud, practically skipping down the hard-trodden road. Dismounted from her loyal equine, she led him at an ambling space with one hand, her simple stave in the other, wearing her signature bright expression all the while. After securing the safety of her family in Mentia, she longed to leave that warzone, and escape to more peaceful lands. Whilst tensions were rising between Salvain's empire and the Silnari throne, the prospect of war was a pipe dream at best. Her thoughts turned to those she had left in her panic, the visage of her macenised beastkin friend coming to mind.*
"Mm... I wonder where she is..."
Heidi
*There she is! The wolf's fur spiked up with adrenaline, all this time of waiting leading up until now, though part of her couldn't help but feel slightly panicked. How would the person react to seeing a wolf? Most didn't take it too well. In this form she supposed she was just a wild animal. The wolf hesitated, shrinking down into the bush and causing herself to appear smaller than she already was. The cleric was going to keep walking past if she didn't do something. It's now or never! She crept out of the bushes, being careful to avoid the blunt of the sunlight in following after Cecilia. A small haze of mist seemed to follow the transparent she-wolf, guiding her paws to move with ease so as not to disturb the terrain around her as she tried to keep pace with Cecilia. If she could yell out to her, she would have, but the spirit had learned long ago that most didn't have the capabilities of hearing those passed. Her only hope was getting her attention, but it proved a troubling task with her own timidity towards the living world.*