Noctisardor Bypass [m] ashkola

He wasn't sure why she felt the need to tell him about these things. These bids for connection were important, he knew that much even if he could not put the thought in to words, and so he entertained her by listening; but she seemed distracted at the same time, focused on her reflection and focused on wallowing. He was right to think the two sisters were worlds apart — Druid seemed so alive compared to Heda.

While she appeared distracted, Glaukos shifted his weight and moved closer to the water's edge. He looked at his own reflection and saw how his heft had begun to reduce, given that he wasn't training as a soldier any longer. He saw Heda there too, in the ripples, and wondered to himself what she was like before — whatever it was that had so spoiled her.

His eyes lingered there. Watching that image of her shifting apart.

You are here now. Home. What use was it to dwell on the past? They each had their own histories, but they were gone. The present was all that mattered to him; he barely even though of the future or what Druid may birth here in Rivenwood, and only took his moments day by day.

The ripples across the lagoon's surface appeared to ease. Further out, the ospreys soared and dipped.

What is it you want from this place? He probed in small ways, indulging what limited curiosity he held for her, but being careful. She was an unknown factor despite her connection to Druid, who he would protect above all.