Moonspear the twelve labours

HAH! u thought u could give me the slip.. i think not!

arcturus had learned to recognize the tempest that swayed revui; the subtle shift in his brother's posture that called back to something restless, and recognizable. he had seen the boy's shift in demeanor and watched him out of the corner of his eye as he left. sharing a fleet look with the yams, arcturus stole after the mini-titan in quiet steps.

their progress carried them out of the stone-tumbled rendezvous, and the trail spilled out into land that was only passingly familiar to the boy. he kept close to revui's heels, silently following the boy wherever his whim carried them.