Northstar Vale [m] I know you don't have any other plans

She took one step back.

Repressed memory bursted to the forefront of his mind. Yes, he could taste it so vividly in the moment. That metallic tang of blood mixed with the salt of the sea's breeze. He'd thrown her to it, the ocean, back then. To rest in its depths for eternity. And somehow she found him again. Her hunter's mark forever etched on his flank.

For a moment, Lómion was her doe. Skddish and afraid to be struct by her spear.

Then she took another step back.

The hunter faced with her prey, and she retreats? It made him remember one thing then; the soul was strong, but the vessle is mortal. Perhaps she remembered him too.

I-I'm sorry, he spoke with lingering hesitance. I thought you were someone else.

Equiped with dormant knowledge, the man closed some distance with a step forward.

Please don't go.