darkly, darkly

Though somewhat satisfied that they would not have to deal with the Caldera coming to their doorstep, Mordecai did hold onto that curiosity of what had happened. But he would not pry, not when a particular side he had not seen of Lasher was certainly rearing its face openly. They were all capable of that anger, that utter digust towards another. Mordecai had seen it enough over the years to know better than to put his nose where it simply did not belong.

And it would have seemed that Lasher was interested in stowing it away for the time being as well; the offered nudge was far more friendlier than the emotion brewing in the low tones of his voice moments ago.

"Keeping myself busy, really," Mordecai said, not able to really name any one or particular thing that had bested his attention. "Watching the herds out in the flatlands, keeping the borders maintained. I've tried to help Harlyn a time or two with gathering some herbs as well, so we have a few more stocks of those around as well." He smiled vaguely at that mentioning, as he was not much help in that area. He had done his share of quiet wanderings as well, though he didn't imagine that fell outside of what was expected of him. His tenure there had lasted longer than he had anticipated, though little thought about it had come to mind.

"It's not hard to take advantage of how quaint it is here," he went on to murmur, though things were hardly quaint any more. Their idyllic paradise seemed to be pulling apart at either end; the reality of where he stood in it all was hard for him to discern. "Or was, I suppose. Perhaps will be once again." He held out for the hope of it, and not just for himself.