I carried my own ashes to the mountains
He withstood the channels of shame and guilt marring the Attuned proportions, only furrowing his brow mildly as they seemed to storm and rise. They were tempestuous and mercurial edges that he was familiar with – having encountered enough misconduct and remorse in his life, but he wasn’t certain Sohalia’s was warranted in this case. It was no one’s fault that Stormbreak hadn’t been marred or mauled; they’d simply been protected by their location in the sky. Everyone else was land bound – and the Heart’s world had been marred before, regardless. So while she hastened reproach and culpability, the Sword merely arched a brow and sent more waves of calm, and perhaps, some inkling of impending exhaustion.
While Sohalia went to tend to the supplies, he directed several others to follow, and when she returned, they hastened away, nodding along and branching off to respective portions. “That is fine. Thank you,” he noted with a light, tight smile, well worn on the fringes, before turning down the short and direct route to the infirmary.
The sled contorted well over the cobbled terrain, and his form blended easily amidst the comings and goings of their fragile earth. Enough so concentration could wane slightly to Sohalia’s words, his piercing stare resolute and straight ahead. “Essentially. I received information about them in Torchline, King’s End, the Climb, and Hak Etme. I would not be surprised to find them in each region,” though he hadn’t been told of anything in Stormbreak yet. Nodding at indicated destruction, his vocals continued. “They cannot possibly mean well.” And they’d had enough experiences with the blight, and the second iteration of such a plague, to not warrant any other disease, or void indication, spreading.
While Sohalia went to tend to the supplies, he directed several others to follow, and when she returned, they hastened away, nodding along and branching off to respective portions. “That is fine. Thank you,” he noted with a light, tight smile, well worn on the fringes, before turning down the short and direct route to the infirmary.
The sled contorted well over the cobbled terrain, and his form blended easily amidst the comings and goings of their fragile earth. Enough so concentration could wane slightly to Sohalia’s words, his piercing stare resolute and straight ahead. “Essentially. I received information about them in Torchline, King’s End, the Climb, and Hak Etme. I would not be surprised to find them in each region,” though he hadn’t been told of anything in Stormbreak yet. Nodding at indicated destruction, his vocals continued. “They cannot possibly mean well.” And they’d had enough experiences with the blight, and the second iteration of such a plague, to not warrant any other disease, or void indication, spreading.
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