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01-01-2017, 09:45 PM
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Wander or leave
Turn into winter lights Word of Kisamoas reappearance in the west gave Tilney great excitment yet great anxiety. The trouble with the Dead Lands was so close to home it seemed; should something go wrong, would his western abode be the first to suffer?
Upon approaching the crowd Tilney noted the vast majority of those he recognised and then the many he did not - how far had they come, he wondered. It was hard to miss the now-insepperable pair that were his younger sister and oldest brother. It would always puzzle him why Aelfwine preffered to live out of the bounds of a herd - did she not seek protection of any kind? Security? A community? These were all a number of things that held Tilney's life intact. The flaxen physician strode in and, with a smirk, squeezed in the gap between his brother and sister. "You've met your idol?" Tilney uttered to Bartholomew, another smirk escaping his nostrils and turning his gaze to find the selcouth creature as it spoke. Just as he had predicted, the Dead Lands needed to be cleared. This was a task Tilney could only assume would be fraught with danger - he felt a deep need to consult Arah or the others in connection to mother moon on how they might approach the situation. What if the plauge still lived on in those lands barred behind these clumps of fallen trees? Could they possibly unleash it? And disturbing bones from where they rested?! What did this Kisamoa plan to do with them? If it was anything besides some kind of proper burial, Tilney would feel the need to put his hoof down. He would assist, he could not stand aside while others worked, however the bones and removing them agitated him greatly. "Will you burry these bones properly?" Tilney spoke up, brows knitted ever so slightly. He couldn't imagine any other reason one would want bones, or rather, any other good reason. |
Wander or Leave
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