Two Rivers Isle No looking back

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he had never truly known the territory.
the boy smiled, a sad, wistful smile, and he gathered his tail like he gathered his roots. so sorrowful! his roots had sifted through the soil and found the precious, precious oasis of water-under-the-ground. yet in simply a matter of minutes they were ripped up and torn from the ground and they withered under the sunlight.
ysen bade a farewell to the land that had housed him, brought only a single fireweed seed with him so that he might plant it later. this he carried his his jaws in a leaf bearing his seed.
his seed. yes, his seed.
he smiled again, dropped the bundle where the rest had gathered, found himself standing by the young prince.
"again we wander, but not without purpose, young lad." the boy that was not a boy glanced towards his lord, ever his lord, and the smile fell slowly from his face into an iron cast mask of nothing. he stared at the rest thus, gaze strangely empty for the ever enigmatic wordspinner. "may our steps be sure."

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