Bearclaw Valley gardenia and king protea

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War and love were both very unfamiliar concepts for Evien. He'd known the love of a family - often twisted, misaligned with reality. It was that overwhelming, twisted love that kept him away from things like war. He had no idea what he was doing here, in Ursus, with this beautiful boy that intrigued him so. In this place that felt like it was already on the precipice of war. But these people needed him, and Evien needed to be there.

Exhaustion was beginning to overwhelm him, and Evien allowed his eyes to drift shut, chin resting on the forelimb Fields was not occupying. It was remarkable, he thought, the difference between their first encounter and now, and he wondered what would come of the next. What about the one after that? He hoped these meetings wouldn't end. 

Evien drifted off to sleep with the scent of Fields and grass and rosehips and blood.