Moonspear ddyletswydd

@Charon & @Amekaze, set tomorrow morning

 

His heart is still light after meeting Seren. She has gone on ahead; she will meet him by the sea, on a plateau, she says. For he must attend to some duties here, first. Moonspear has given him a home for a few seasons, now. He cannot leave without a goodbye, without expressing his gratitude. To do so would be uncouth.

It would be in a manner unfitting a king. And soon—if the battle spares him—he will be a king.

The prince wanders up the mountainside, through the pines, following the alphas' scents. And losing them, along the way. Llewellyn stops, impatience rippling down his spine, and lets loose a call for them, urgent but tempered, not rude in its intensity. He respects them. He will always respect them.

But he must go.