Qeya River black swift

for @Gjalla <3 dated for tmrw at time of writing this, will edit later

morwenna, blackfell, and now kaedra. what a joke.

veksar was a man with a limited scope of emotion. even the few things that managed to break down his interior walls were only exposed for so long. things like anger, guilt. annoyance. despair. very rarely was it ever joy.

least of all now.

he'd left blackmarch for one primary reason, and now, nearly seven months in, he was back right where he was originally. back to squabbling with his siblings, back to the sisyphean fight to be above, be better, be tougher, be smarter. as he walked along the banks of the roaring qeya, thoughts racing and circling the way they always did when he felt pressure, he decided — if he couldn't outrun them, he'd have to beat them at their own game.

and if that was how he was going to do it, he had connections to make.

begrudgingly, the man searched for gjalla.