Blacktail Deer Plateau To be a poet is a condition...

arcturus was more than pushed into a corner; asking him to finish a poem was probably akin to asking him to devise venison from a hare leg. his jaw slacked ever so slightly, but wraen continued on -- arcturus would not be the first one bringing up his duty of finishing the poem any time soon. and the dragon-babysitting.

the conversation took a more serious tone in short order. arcturus swept his gaze to the wilderness. he had not missed how the unfamiliar had gradually been transposed by familiar.. but.. moonspear was still a ways yet. he wouldn't quail just because they were at the cusp of his old stomping ground. "i will let you know. so far, i do not see any reason to change trajectory. how are you feeling, being so close?"