HARDSHIP OFTEN PREPARES AN ORDINARY PERSON FOR AN EXTRAORDINARY DESTINY
We move as one, Arwen and I. Something tugged at both our hearts, and we went with the feeling. In the moment, it doesn't matter if I am an Earth Medic or that I need to be there for my herd at all times. Surely being a Medic doesn't mean I am kept to the herdland at all times does it?
Our travels take us north, and it doesn't take long to see why. A gathering of Helovia, all races and herds seemed to be mingled. My eyes seek out anyone familiar. The first I see, is the Mountain that Knows, one of my Czarinas. I move along, taking up a place back behind her. As I gather what is going on, my own voice joins the others calling out for either a trick or a treat. I don't think a trick will be very fun, so instead. "Treat"
"Talk"
Brendan choose TREAT