Sun Mote Copse Today's the first day of the rest of your life

Wraen, who had never been so attached to one place and circle of family, could not even imagine, how Arcturus was feeling now. Cutting all ties with Hydra did not mean just leaving Moonspear behind, he had turned his back on his family and friends he had known all his life. Quo vadis, friend? She had had faced that question many times before, she did not give it much importance anyway, having accepted that life kept twisting and changing constantly and that there was very little that she could affect, save adapting to the knew circumstances. But, what about him? If she was made of clay and river sand - then he was built of stone. It does not yield to the elements readily, it takes time for them to shape it and yet it's vulnerability lied in the severity of crash. How deep were the cracks now, what would happen as time passed?

Asking, how he was doing, was not necessary - in due time he would tell her himself. Instead of delving deep in the emotional aspect of the whole unexpected ordeal, Wraen decided to take the easier route by dealing with the practical side first. "Arthur..." she began. "What are you going to do now?"