Redtail Rise XXIX

one post for him!

Ashlar was terrified. He’d gathered up what supplies he could and thrown them together, but he dreaded with his entire soul what they were walking into. Visions of Ursus kept him awake at night, and he worried himself sick about losing Avicus. Losing Prophet, Augur… the children. Any of his family.

It would be his fault, if he could not save them.

It was time and the bard approached with timid dread. He stood back, supplies grasped firmly, and stared at the ones who came with flattened ears. Ashlar thought he might throw up. He should have stopped this. He should have convinced them more that this wasn’t the way to find happiness. But he knew it was too late, and that arguing with Avicus would only lead her to be angry with him too. He didn’t want that either. Especially not now.

He would follow and he would do what he could. But he already knew that it would not be enough.