Moonspear all is as all should be

He joined her, closing in that distance as she appealed to the ground with very much of the same emotion he felt; a weariness that somehow felt restless and out of spite. This was very much a tireless time where anticipation wore them thin and yet he was grateful for managing to secure some sort of company that was both reassuring and distracting.

He stretched alongside her, though he did not willingly fling himself to the grasses.

“That seems to be the right idea,” he murmured, only to find his jaws splitting into a noisy yawn. Unexpectedly. “I’d imagine she’s about run you and Alya ragged by now too. It’s soon, isn’t it?” For want of a nail, the topic of his children to come was the only conversation piece that came to mind.

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