Little Goat Mountain This is a perfect day to die

Reyson knew that well. Had shared that burden. Had pulled his own from teh battles until the last one, when he couldn't. When they all perished. He had wished to die that day. And he almost had. What gods had saw fit to keep him alive, he sort of hated them for it.

Very well.

he would follow and not argue. He knew Meadow would worry if she couldn't find him, but in his haze of sleep he couldn't worry too much about it. He was breaking. He too needed space and a walk.