Honeyed Pasture entolés poréas ⚔

she had gone, in the night.
merrick made ready to depart, to find his blackbird. she had left the dismal scent of sickness in her wake. recovery was not a bedfellow of his lover, and he feared all manner of evil. 
but merrick was nothing without her, and so he would not let her go.
he would put a band around first for asperas, and so travelled in that direction. dawn found him determined, swift, ignorant of all else it would seem, though the torchlight of his eye poured over the stranger.