Whitefish River From Fiji to Tyree and the Isles of Ebony

Atreus listened silently as Void spoke. His lips twitched into a grin at the way his old friend described his partner. He seemed so smitten. There was part of him that felt envious of everything Void shared—the same part of him that had blurted earlier, he supposed—but mostly, he was just happy for the guy.

You’ve really got it all, he observed. I’ll stop keeping you from it. I’m glad I bumped into you, it made my day. I’ll stop by again someday, if that’s alright with you. For now, I’m gonna head out, and Atreus made a sweeping motion at the wilderness around them which he was eager to continue exploring.