He flew up and down the coast, scanning in every direction.
He had to find her, he just had to.
The Priestess said that the destruction took them all by surprise. They had made it to the old hunter’s layover camping location, and set up a base. People were slowly making their way to the camp as word spread of it’s existence.
Great fissures clawed through the forest floor. It looked like a giant beast had used the area as his own personal scratching post. This made it hard for overland travel, and it was said that most refugees were found traveling up the coastline.
So this is where Zwingli found himself, flying back and forth from the ruins of Auberdine. Desperately looking for his lost love, his wife of multiple human generations.
Then, where the sand met the tall saltgrass, he saw a glint. It was the setting sun, shimmering off of the crescent moon hair pendent he had given her at the last Lunar Festival.
He brought his mount down beside her, tears streaming down his face. He gently lifted her up, placing his ear to her chest…he heard it! The soft flutter of her heart.
She was alive!
He gently cradled her in his arms after mounting the war hipogryph.
"Fly fast my friend. My heart, the light of my life depends upon it."
Snorting in response, the hipogryph launched into the sky with both strength and care. Making a beeline to the Priestess in the camp.