The Sentinels a' caoineadh

"Oh." Familiar. Familiar. Familiar. Bonnie did not like when he could not piece together that strange feeling eating away at him. That he walked through what was now a dream, as things moved incredibly fast, and incredibly slow, but that he had walked this path before. Or perhaps he watched another walk his own.

"Hey!" Recognition between two as the match was struck. "I know you! You're that guy from the creek!" Oh, and as that same acknowledgement finally hit him, so did it the other man.

If only he knew a Blossom. He knew a handful of names, but Blossom wasn't on the list. For the time he had been in Kvarsheim, he'd never seen the dude again, and damn, that would make sense as to why his throat wasn't torn out yet. A lump formed up in his throat that he swallowed down.

"Akavir? As far as I know, he's still kicking. Arric showed around a bit ago. The valley is a ways away from here. Somewhere back that way." He motioned with his head behind him. "Its been days or weeks by now since I've been that way."