Hush now - for as the world grows darker, it seems that sounds have been amplified. Perhaps it is merely your senses playing tricks on you - that pesky flight instinct winning, and making it appear as though there is some colossal creature lurking in the dark, waiting for you just beyond the shadows. And this is why it so important to pay attention to what's real, for with the departure of the Gods, the line is becoming fuzzy.

And so, I ask you again: Hush. Just watch, over there - where the snowy horizon bleeds into black. Can you see it now? Perhaps you can even hear his hooves gently crunching the snow. Although he stands tall, the decay of his body has taken with it most of his mass, leaving him a skeleton wrapping neatly in silvery-white skin. Where you able to go to him, to shed some light upon his back, you might notice that his forelegs are once again bruised and bleeding in many places. His mane, tail, forelock and beard have partially frozen together, and are a rats nest of twigs and dead leaves. The light from the lamp-trees seem to sigh as they colour his body with a sickly blue-green hue, as if their light is wasted on one such as him.

Why, you ask, do we find Myrddin in such an extended state of disarray? Sadly for the old stallion, the soundbite of the season, of having the lights go out, is not merely representative of having the sky go black - for with the departure of the Gods, Myrddin has once again lost his sight. Gifted to him by the Goddess of the Moon, after that damned colt Knox ( although he still doesn't know who the perpetrator is, specifically) blinded him, he was both caught off guard and angered, when in the silent confines of his cave, starring at his mirror which the Frost-King broke, his vision disappeared.

Perhaps it is for that reason, that Myrddin has set out into the darkness, though it is certainly the reason that his legs bleed, and his body looks malnourished. He says no goodbye's, whispers no paradigm-shifting words to the wind; simply he gave one last truly blind stare at his mirror, before setting out of the cave, and into the both literal and metaphorical darkness - both where the tree-light did not shine, and his mental map of Helovia ended.

What use a Haruspex, without a mirror or a God?

[Myr is going into AA for a little while. This post signifies that all in the Basin can IC have knowledge of him leaving, should they decide to see him go.]