(For Vomitblackfire) New Year's Tradition
(Rief stands on the beach, ignoring the whipping winds and the lashing waves. He should have done this on the first day of the year, but he had been with Felix, settling matters of an Adeptly nature. Now that that responsibility is done, he can do what he needs to do for himself.)
(When he was young, his mother always told him to 'spend the new year with someone you care for'. He's managed every year, even when the Mourning Moon was howling in the skies and draining the power out of every Adept that couldn't flee in time.)
(And this year he knows exactly who he wants to spend it with. It's a long shot, hoping that the Hellhound will know he's here, but... Well. It's where the Hound led him to on their first meeting. It's as good a place as any.)
(Rief pulls the hood of his fur-lined winter coat back and raises his hands to his mouth to amplify his voice against the howling winter winds.) "Beschu! Beschu, can you hear me?"
