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''W-we don't have to. If you don't want." He didn’t want to travel south for many reasons. Midas never bore a desire to visit their ocean. Ever since the day his first youngling fell from a sunburnt sky, plummeting headfirst into dagger like crevices below. Salt water reminded him of that failure, it reminded him of shame. "We can go wherever." One broken memory to shatter a perfect experience that had been built upon since his childhood, “You are free to travel this territory as you see fit,” an excuse was coming next, “I must return to my son soon, but I can offer you directions.” Pointing with is muzzle toward the southernmost direction he said, “The ocean lies that way, just follow your nose,” turning head toward the north the general uttered, “Thistle meadow, and Threshold are from the way we just traveled.” If she went exploring this new home now, chances were good that other kinfolk would come greet her as the shifts changed, “Settle in, and then feel free to explore. When the mood strikes you, think upon what duty you would fit best in.” OOC: We can go ahead and end this here if you want <'3 just post your duty and stuff in the herd page. Boom will get to it when she can. :3 |
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