the centuries fade below my feet

If you want to, go ahead and reapply for the usergroup and I'll title you. I'm gonna fade here if that's OK with you — we'll have to have another thread soon! :3

Lucius followed him, speaking words that Mordecai only had an inkling of. Whatever a legion was, he assumed to be a pack. It lended the young fellow culture that intrigued him, but he would save his queries for another time. His stargazing forgotten about, he picked up his pace to cover more ground. With the overgrown forests beneath Silvertip to trek through being time consuming, Mordecai did not want to waste any time in bringing the two-toned Roman to his new home.