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

the scout would remain nameless. arcturus was certain it was either antares or atlas, but without further information it was anyone's best guess.

he shrugged -- he was sorry to leave both behind, but not sorry for the choices that lead him here.

wraen had a point, however. their choices followed them close like a chained dog. they had to pick their paths carefully, for the impetus of their choices always lurked in the dark waiting for a single misstep.

"you can't." the mountaineer imparted with a sorrowful shake of his head. "it would likely make them doubt you, more than it makes them doubt their choices. the only thing to do, is to stand by and be there if there is ever fallout for said choices. there are other places besides under the mountain's reach.. the world, i've been told, is impossibly big -- maybe we just need to find a mountain somewhere else." this meant leaving much of their lives and family behind. "though that is not without its dangers, either."