He tried to tear the bond again, but she held it shut by sheer force of will. It could not be allowed. He should feel only relief that she was gone, there was nothing about her that should make him try to find her with this level of intensity. She ran until she was lost, until there was nothing around but stunted bushes and cliffs, snow and cold. He had been trying to wrest the bond from her control the entire time, his emotions reaching steadily for hers, trying to make any connection that would make her easier to find.
She saw the steps cut into the cliff and fled towards them. Her control was slipping, and she needed to be in the blandest surroundings possible in order to give him no hint of where he was. If she was on the steps, then all he would receive was grey stone and cold. It wa
