I carried my own ashes to the mountains
The subtle lift of his brow followed the wagging tail; withholding a slight smirk or sudden bout of laughter. The name wasn’t familiar though, and if he was surprised to find some still lingering amidst the Greatwood, especially after the war’s calamity and acrimony upon the land, he didn’t show it along his features.
Instead, because no other inquiries seemed to come back his way, he crouched down along the edge of the pool again, insightful and curious. If she was a Natural of the forest, then perhaps she’d be aware of the phenomenon. Glancing back at the water, once more he saw the peaks, the ridges, the summits, all unfamiliar and uncertain, before his eyes landed along the wolf again. Do you know what this is then?, jutting his jawline towards the sanction. I have not seen any water like it.
Instead, because no other inquiries seemed to come back his way, he crouched down along the edge of the pool again, insightful and curious. If she was a Natural of the forest, then perhaps she’d be aware of the phenomenon. Glancing back at the water, once more he saw the peaks, the ridges, the summits, all unfamiliar and uncertain, before his eyes landed along the wolf again. Do you know what this is then?, jutting his jawline towards the sanction. I have not seen any water like it.
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