Shadow Mountain sulum

I am allllll for it

Stony silence as they walked. His pale eyes kept to the horizon—the stretch of landscape in the distance a reminder to the distinct beauty of the Wilds, but drawing little appreciation for the man when so much ugly resided within them.

In days, they would come to the flatlands. In days, they would come to a land who felt the use of others—particularly women—were for property of those within a higher rank. His regret of taking Wren flared to life… She should have been left safe, in the creek. Away from the prying eyes of whatever misplaced noble they would encounter.

They slowed. Germanicus still upon the stone—Akavir paid him little heed. He could barely stomach to look at him. Instead, hardened eyes remained to the distance, his voice finally breaking the quiet of the settling day. “Akashingo is to know nothing of Rising Sun Valley and its inhabitants,” he spoke—his tone gave no room for argument.

If they had to, they would lie about where they came from. And if they had to, they would cover their tracks, and lead any scout who tried to follow them home through an arduous, and misplaced journey.