Blacktail Deer Plateau I'm Hemingway with a shot of whiskey

yay! and love the new av!

"and i you," taltos rejoined. after all this time, he could not think of leaving the plateau to serve beneath another ruler. dante would be his last king, and now it was his birthright, the reins of this blessed, damnable, beautiful place. the servant did not speak of how he intended no failure, for that would be to breathe life into the very idea. he closed the space betwixt them swiftly, their shoulders colliding gently in the sort of feral embrace he felt dante preferred.

"so many memories," he whispered into the gentle rustle of the leaves. from the den where blue willow had borne their children to the place where they had once buried what they believed to be the remains of junior, blacktail deer plateau was a symbolized collection of every emotion. lasher was both loathe and relieved to depart it.