Moonspear everyone's a whore, grace

wintersbane's mind is unquiet as he makes the trip from stavanger bay to moonspear; a trek that brings with it a swell of nostalgia. it was a similar one he made many years ago now, though the exact happenings of his first joining with moonspear was unclear with age: had he been recruited? or had he joined? he'd been different then, moonspear'd been different then; both younger. stormbound does not feel like it's his ( it's not ) and the sand and the sea work on and against him. he will be four this year and it was time to settle down for real; to admit that leading wasn't meant to be in his tarot and move on with his life.

he could still have a family. he could still be a father to kids with a mother as opposed to being a phantom father to kids he doesn't and might never know.

it is these things that drive him, that swarm 'round his mind like angry bees as he draws to a stop a respectful distance at moonspear's borders, tips his head back and calls for @Hydra.