5/27/2025, 2:19 AM
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Thread set to before his thread with Cedar on May 19
Thread set to before his thread with Cedar on May 19
He was reminded of war.
The revelations that continued to unfurl troubled him and awakened the parts of his previous life that he wished to discard. Just as he'd laid his metaphorical sword and shield aside, this world would admonish him with its desire to purge. Almost everyone was on high alert and he was no exception. There was far too much he risked losing if he was not vigilant, and now his sparse sleep became even more rare and what little he did get was so shallow as to be roused by rustling leaves.
He had learned of Fable's visit to the east only after she returned and it settled him with both indignance and guilt. Why had she not told him? Was it out of a place of not trusting him, or was it simply her wayward spirit making a resurgence? She had returned in one piece, and he supposed that was what mattered, but it was only a half-warmth.
Maybe she was right, maybe he couldn't handle everything he once could.
The whisper of self-deprecation stirred and he tried to push it away. He reminded himself the thought was as intangible as the foes they faced in the waking world, and he couldn't let it rattle him. In direct defiance of the passing affront, he pressed forward along his path and drifted his nose across the ground before him.
Shiloh had set out a couple of days before with the intention of checking on Avon's southern borders and seeing if he could find one of those "runes" the dream visitor continue to drone on about. He still wasn't sure what exactly he believed, but he couldn't sit around, listless, waiting for a sign from above to materialize in the flesh. The knight needed to keep his paws moving and continue his surveillance - besides, Fable reported she also encountered a voice.
As irritated as he was with her reckless journey, he knew she wouldn't lie.
The revelations that continued to unfurl troubled him and awakened the parts of his previous life that he wished to discard. Just as he'd laid his metaphorical sword and shield aside, this world would admonish him with its desire to purge. Almost everyone was on high alert and he was no exception. There was far too much he risked losing if he was not vigilant, and now his sparse sleep became even more rare and what little he did get was so shallow as to be roused by rustling leaves.
He had learned of Fable's visit to the east only after she returned and it settled him with both indignance and guilt. Why had she not told him? Was it out of a place of not trusting him, or was it simply her wayward spirit making a resurgence? She had returned in one piece, and he supposed that was what mattered, but it was only a half-warmth.
Maybe she was right, maybe he couldn't handle everything he once could.
The whisper of self-deprecation stirred and he tried to push it away. He reminded himself the thought was as intangible as the foes they faced in the waking world, and he couldn't let it rattle him. In direct defiance of the passing affront, he pressed forward along his path and drifted his nose across the ground before him.
Shiloh had set out a couple of days before with the intention of checking on Avon's southern borders and seeing if he could find one of those "runes" the dream visitor continue to drone on about. He still wasn't sure what exactly he believed, but he couldn't sit around, listless, waiting for a sign from above to materialize in the flesh. The knight needed to keep his paws moving and continue his surveillance - besides, Fable reported she also encountered a voice.
As irritated as he was with her reckless journey, he knew she wouldn't lie.
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