Bramblepoint old wounds

his own experiences had taught him that peace was never a guarantee. it had to be earned, held, and even then, it was fragile. but his voice remained steady, unwavering as the earth beneath them.

if you seek protection, he said, his tone respectful but firm, you will find it with me. in the quarry, where the stone does not lie and the old ways still hold. if that is your path, you will know where to find me when you are ready.

he held her gaze for a moment longer, then turned his eyes back to the land around them, as though the very earth were speaking its own truth. there is no need to step forward blindly. take your time. but know that you are welcome, should you decide to stay.