Northstar Vale ein leerer raum

bellowing call rises; summoning andraste? or himself. or anyone. it forces melkor, rallying those that would follow him in the aftermath of the fey queen's untimely death to give pause. he doesn't know where they will go only that they must. courtfall wasn't courtfall without her and he cannot bear to stay in the stonebed where she's died in his arms. that was always melkor's way. though he returns to gravesites of those loved and lost he never lingers. the warlord of the tundra sends those beneath his now lone rule onward, to the east and the grassy no-man's land between the vale and mount apikuni where he instructs them to wait for him; knowing that he will catch up with them as soon as he tended to the summons upon the borders.

to the borders is where melkor makes his path, the other male coming into the sight of his glacial gaze. there is no recognizition to be had and melkor is as weary as he is when approaching any other stranger. ❝hail stranger,❞ the tundrian greets. ❝what brings you?❞ to these ghost borders, as far as melkor was presently concerned. too tired and distracted by the going-on's to even realize that the call had been more of a command than a pleasant summons.