Bearclaw Valley the wake [m]

fade w ur next post? best joining thread ever.

ulysses looked firmly at merrick, a pledge upon his lips, and the boy could not help the shiver that passed through him. this encounter had unbound some deep place in the boy, files previously unaccessed; he felt billowy through and through, head a cloud that he inhaled and tightened in his stomach.
"well," he said, somewhat breathlessly, unable to keep the glow from his single eye, "we should probably make it official." cry to the others, lift voices in a wail to proclaim the knight to bearclaw.