Altar of Twilight Eyes that fire and sword have seen

aditya nodded gently at the young man's admittance. that's okay, he replied. no time like the present to learn. without another word, he turned and began to follow the path he'd taken here, nostrils flaring as he searched for the scent that had caught his attention before.

around a bend, a couple copses of trees—and there.

a small herd of deer, maybe seven or eight, grazed placidly nearby. does and young fawns. assuming the boy had followed him without question or resistance, he glanced over to his companion, brows raised in query. which do you think we should go after? he asked quietly, his voice barely a whisper.