Luneshale Pass lonely bones

Maeve stood beside him, letting the silence stretch, but this time, it was different. It wasn’t the same emptiness as before, the kind that left her reaching for words, looking for something to fill it. No, this was a comfortable quiet—a shared space, as steady and unwavering as the ground beneath their paws.

They both knew it, perhaps without ever needing to say it aloud: there was no expectation here, no need to explain. Just presence. Her gaze remained on the horizon, following the path of the fog that drifted like a living thing. Her thoughts were far away, but for once, they didn’t feel lost.

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fade indeed !