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to val, the man's body language spoke of something forlorn. it sang in the way his sea-fire gaze traveled over the waves, as if his soul had crossed that unfathomable blue long ago.

the stranger spoke of an island. val's bones seemed to stiffen. what was it then? homesickness? sadness? he knew of no druids remaining. had they ever been a threat to his kind?

the past never seems real. in that moment val felt the most inexplicable thing: a rush of something as close to empathy as he could ever assign to a stranger. he brought forth his right limb, where the jagged scar from the bear that tore into sapphique still clawed its way into him. but the scars it leaves remind us it is real.