Golden Glade On the road again.

There wasn't much more to be done. The ebonywoods were on their own again. Trying to figure out where they fit. It wasn't entirely something Reyson wasn't used too. But it had been sometime. Since he had come to the teekon since they had been on their own. So many faces gone. Dispersed.

He shifted and began to walk. Keeping a weather eye on his family. He had a brief moment of respite a d he chose to explore. After all if you were stuck roving. Then seek.