I carried my own ashes to the mountains
If he kept himself busy, there was less time to think about the influx of letters continuing to come in. Every once and while, a messenger would pass by and the semblance of dread would counter against his ribcage, bore deep into his soul, and then deliver more uncertainty. He’d yet to hear from Kiada, and kept that in the back of his mind for later scrawling purposes – because for now, it was a return to semblances of fortified steel and forged reticence.
Having already encountered many of the masses parsing their way through the Bay, and multitudes traversing their way towards the Palace for sheltering circumstances, he’d spent hours maneuvering supplies. Sled in hand, he and his companions had gone back and forth along roads, delivering whatever was needed or required from others – wood, meat, medical necessities – until someone else came alongside and asked for another.
So he was only mildly surprised, eyes widening, when Sohalia was at his shoulder – blinking thoughtfully, pretending he'd gotten enough sleep in the past hours, then remembering he’d sent missives asking for assistance, he swallowed another breath. “Sohalia – thank you for coming.” Which sounded like an echo and refrain at this point, but he meant it. “I am delivering supplies at the moment,” jutting his jawline towards the Palace. “We have an emergency shelter in place, so I have been retrieving whatever they need.” At the present instant, it was bandages – boxes upon boxes, already created by his hand. “How is everything else?”
Having already encountered many of the masses parsing their way through the Bay, and multitudes traversing their way towards the Palace for sheltering circumstances, he’d spent hours maneuvering supplies. Sled in hand, he and his companions had gone back and forth along roads, delivering whatever was needed or required from others – wood, meat, medical necessities – until someone else came alongside and asked for another.
So he was only mildly surprised, eyes widening, when Sohalia was at his shoulder – blinking thoughtfully, pretending he'd gotten enough sleep in the past hours, then remembering he’d sent missives asking for assistance, he swallowed another breath. “Sohalia – thank you for coming.” Which sounded like an echo and refrain at this point, but he meant it. “I am delivering supplies at the moment,” jutting his jawline towards the Palace. “We have an emergency shelter in place, so I have been retrieving whatever they need.” At the present instant, it was bandages – boxes upon boxes, already created by his hand. “How is everything else?”
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