Fox's Glade Conflict

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Once again, Frederick found himself wandering from Swiftcurrent Creek. Perhaps he was looking for Adrian, or perhaps he was seeking out @Milan. He felt torn between the two, wanting to stay by the woman's side--her face engraved in his memory--but feeling that, although his place was temporary, he had a duty to the Creek. A loyalty, somewhat. He recalled he and @Lestan's first conversation, by the river.

For a moment, as if guilty, he looked back behind him, the mountain that stood tall beyond the creek almost scolding his behaviour. Beckoning his return.

Now, though, as he scanned his surroundings, he realised that he had wandered far, almost back to the meadow where he'd hunted that deer for the gifter of the necklace that hung around his neck. Frederick sighed, conflicted. A minute, two minutes passed where he stood in silent, thoughts turning like cogs in the back of his mind, before he continued strolling forwards, hopping up onto a boulder where he'd posture himself in a seated position. Then, he tilted his head back, calling for anyone around.

Someone, he thought. But Milan was who he hoped for.