The Sentinels but i know you too well

rannveig reminded him a lot of himself, some years ago. the kind of cocksure swagger that marked the young man's gait and speech was all too familiar; govinda found himself smiling without meaning to, silently drawing the parallels between them. well, best of luck, bhai, he responded, wagging his tail. he turned his gaze to dalia. safe travels.

he didn't have much more to say, and so with a gentle nod toward the pair--lovely to meet you, but i must be going soon--he turned and began to pad off, eyes lingering over the ruined forest. when had it happened? he wondered. how long ago?