Dahozhoni Meadow seaborne

Nimbus watched her with a steady gaze, his posture relaxed but his expression inscrutable. The question—or was it an accusation?—hung between them, heavier than the night air. He wasn’t one to flinch from confrontation, but her words cut in a way he hadn’t anticipated. He let the silence stretch, as if testing whether she would break it herself. When she didn’t, he exhaled a breath, sharp and almost amused. 

He shifted his weight, settling into a crouch, his gaze drifting momentarily to the horizon. His voice softened, though it carried a distant edge, as if dredging up old memories he would rather leave buried. 

We all run, yes, he admitted, a bitter twist to his words. But I didn’t start this journey because I wanted to escape. I started because there was nothing left for me to stay for. His eyes flicked back to her, sharp and piercing.