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Since his disappearance all those months ago the Isles had called to him. The moon doctor had unfinished business and it certainly wasn't like this hard working patriarch to leave loose ends. South was his trail, ducking through the narrow pass between the Secret Grove and the Thistle Meadow and then onwards across the western plane of that same meadow. Tilneys stride was nothing short of confident, hardly breaking its rhythm for anything. He was a man with a chest full of courage and heart, or was it merely air? A block of fakery and nothingness, although perhaps something fake was better than nothing. The bronze man pretended he was brave at least, pretended he could face those ruthless tides again. Perhaps he was wrong to scrutinise the waves. While they had taken him away for seasons on end, starved him and thieved his flesh of anything good, it had also been the waves that had ended his demise at sea. They had brought him to the sand, the sand which had brought him Ultima, and Ultima who had brought him home. The gathering was hard to miss, but the ghastly creature was even harder on the eyes. The physician prayed the monster was not dangerous, nor on the prowl for a meal. Standing silently behind the crowd out of earshot and any gazes Tilney tossed his verdant gaze, focussing on members of his own western flock - Both monarchs were present, the words edge specters and various others. However, when Tilney caught the sight of his sister under the wing of Graasvoel, those emerald eyes narrowed. Taking a moment to deduce and observe, he noted how his dappled blood stood virtually pressed to the man - and so Tilney uttered a breathy prayer for his sisters virtue, and tore his gaze away. As much as he wished to greet dear Aelfwine, it would make his skin shake having to speak to her while she stood pressed to a stag. Now his eyes found Ultima; The newly appointed Earth Medic of the Hidden Falls. May the knowledge he had bestowed on her serve her well. Tilney still couldn't believe she was gone. He would assume he and the family they had become meant little to her now, and so the bronze man daren't utter a word to her. She had left the nest; one they had built starving and afraid. it was up to him to be happy for her rather then sour, but the ache in his heart was not easing. Soon the flaxen man took his place beside his king. Greeting the Elephant with a nod, Tilney watched ahead at the creature. His antlers were at the ready should he need to defend himself, though he also checked his mane and cloak for the herbs he had stored before leaving the edge, making sure nothing essential had wriggled out on the journey. He was ready to defend the flock ,the king and queen of his homeland, but he was also ready to learn; a thousand questions flooded his mind about this creature and what it might want. //stands next to senpai (tembovu) and waits for shit to go down |
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Wander or Leave
turn in to winter lights
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