Kintla Flatlands i wanna know what good love feels like

issun was eager to soothe this scorching pain. when the pond was in view, issun limped ahead and dove into the water. it wasn’t as pleasant as one would think. there was a stinging sensation from head to toe, not unlike the time he let those badger attack wounds sit. issun winced. not good. not good at all.

if the pain persisted he probably wouldn’t be able to make the trip back to shadewood. but did he really want to go back? everything was broken beyond repair, there was no use wasting energy on trying. but he couldn’t just disappear. his son was waiting for him. he wouldn’t just abandon him like that.

issun kept his eye on the gentle ripples he created. he was lost in thought, thinking of what to do next.