Noctisardor Bypass raunkova

They were not part of Rivenwood the first time, he corrected, pointing out something that she overlooked. Anselm attacked me first. You know that. I thought you did anyway. He bristled, remembering that he had promised to strip the boy of his skin and then been told no, and even that he had accepted.

While she did not commend him for his activities, Druid did mention them as if she was aware. It was painful to hear that - to know she had benefitted from his work but not approved of it, at the same time. Her mention of love made him frown.

That was never the arrangement. They had never spoken about love; Glaukos thought back as best he could to their time alone together, speaking of their pasts, of where Druid wanted to go - of names for children. She had been as level-headed about it as himself. How was he to know something was missing if she wouldn't tell him?

He wondered if he had the capacity, knowing it now. What was love if not service?

A deep breath, then.

I told you - I am here to meet them, but... I will go. He turned but then murmured, You wouldn't have Rivenwood without my work.

But I won't beg. You wanted your home back and you got it. You wanted children and you now have them. You don't want me there, so I'm out. Somehow, getting everything you ask for is still not enough.

He snorts, and finally breaks his stare with her. Glaukos looks at Heda and his expression is guarded, but holds the slimmest glimmer of hurt too; and when he looks to the cowering Kikimora he given a flash of memory - giants at the den mouth, blood, separation.

That would not come to pass here, he knew. He would not allow harm to come to them; even if it meant protecting from outside of their lives - maybe that was best.

He began to march along the path the way he had come.