Permafrost Hollows my fathers blade

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— what the silver sword finds is a black dagger.
having cast himself from up high, where the vultures of winsook circled, he walked now with no purpose. he debated his own mortality. he debated his whole existence.
he did not love @Elowen. he never had. she had been something to protect, to live for when he no longer had a direction. but these lands now offered plenty of direction. so what tethered him so fiercely still to the woman? his dove?
his son. his son, who he loved fiercely. his son, who he would do anything for. even leave... if that is where the stones were cast. his teeth grit in thought and he too storms through the lands, awaiting collision.
collision that comes in the form of the woman who had started this entire inner conflict. lorcan feels the breath stole from his inflated lungs at the sight of her, and then he snarls.
you.