Stavanger Bay lxxi. a creature in my bloodstream chews me up

though it takes kjalarr a moment to process the call at the border markers that he kept marking despite that he has noticed that those he had begun to gather have left and not returned in many moons. there had been four, five ( maybe ) of them; once. now there was him and dashiell.

this recent development troubles him; clouding his mind with distracting thoughts and contemplations.

still, he finds his way to the borders all the same; surprise fading as he recognizes lótë. he offers her a soft chuff of greeting.