Noctisardor Bypass Whenever all my friends ask, all I say is

being extremely vague

He was not here to stay this time. He told himself this, would force himself to leave. He was not healed yet.

And he wanted to consult with other healers. And he wanted to get his stashes of seaweed wondering if the red would help or hurt. He wasn't sure.

He thought of the moonwoman wolf on the mountain, the other of the spear who had smelled like herbs. But he did not know if his skill would be enough this time.

He would come back permanently someday, but not today. For now he was simply shoring up the herbs, and tinctures. Pulling the weeds from the garden. It hurt him to see it so broken, but he shouldn't be surprised.

Etienne went to work. Singing a sea shanty under his breath, then a love song softly crooned in creole. He realized with a small laugh his paws were wider, as were his sides. So he didn't fit into the furrows as well. He was healthy weight and size now.

But his small laugh was short lived at the current place and time dawned on him.