Whitefish River L'avant

Just a cameo for now!

Chae trailed somewhere far behind his brother. Chaudry's eagerness soured his stomach, like a cloying scent in the air. If it were up to Chae, they might never arrive at their destination. He would not have wept. Yet he chided himself for these thoughts even as they ran through his sullen mind; was this not his own chance to seek glory? He ought to have been eager, too.

Assuring himself that this would come with time, he trudged on. Eventually he would catch up to his brother. If it took him a bit longer than planned, at least no one would recognize his slowness as reluctance. Weakness, they would call it, as they always had. Chae knew better. But why correct them?

This way, they would never see him coming.