Shadow Mountain what i had once mistaken for death was, instead, a door
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Ooc — Miryam
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He does his best to follow the boy's eyes, his body language, but it is difficult without words. Phocion watches as he glances to the south, then to the north. So travelling toward Phocion's new home, then. If the scent of Easthollow was even perceptible under the reek of where he had come from, he would have gladly been a guardian for the kid on his journey home. As it was. . .

His silent question has Phocion thinking. How to help? He had provided the boy with food, and kind words. What else could he do?

"Would you like more food?" he asked simply, running out of ideas. "I can hunt for you again." He knew his distended belly wouldn't be able to handle much more than what he had already eaten, but perhaps the child could squirrel it away for later in the day, or the next, even.
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RE: what i had once mistaken for death was, instead, a door - by Phocion - January 17, 2018, 10:37 PM