Hushed Willows Matters of business

he nodded gently, glad that sunny's family in swiftcurrent creek at least seemed to be doing well. for all the calamity here, it eased him somewhat to know that somewhere else was peaceful. that not all the world was bloody chaos, despite all appearances pointing to that conclusion. that maybe, one day, he'd be able to find something other than restlessness.

i'm sure it'll be fine, cortez responded, mouth twisting in reciprocal worry. as long as she's not the one that took your little girl. i trust you'll be able to handle it.

he shifted, feeling slightly uncomfortable. this had never been his destiny. he'd never wanted to lead. how had it come to pass that he stood here right now, talking alliances and celebrations with a young man he barely knew, while olive seemed to recede further into the shadows?

the shakti was out of place—and the feeling didn't leave him even when he left the scene.

last post from me!