Swiftcurrent Creek A sons grief

Cambria found himself in a passage between looming crags, the shadows cool and welcoming. Wyvern had long since taken to the skies again and he caught glimpses of her drifting overhead every now and again. When he spotted an opening ahead to his left, he slowed nearly to a stop. He kind of liked the isolation here, among the cold, hard stones. He didn’t really want to step back into the light.

Sighing, he crossed between Mount Apikuni and the peak housing Sunbeam Lair. He knew what lay directly ahead. He had known he was heading toward it all along. He couldn’t avoid it now, not without retracing his steps back through the corridor. Maybe he was tempting fate, though Cambria considered it more of a test. Could he walk right past Etienne’s door without knocking?

He found himself at the borders soon enough. His feet stopped moving but his heart didn’t. It beat hard in his chest as he did everything in his power to quash all the memories that tried to sink their claws into him. Cambria shot a grateful look skyward when he heard Wyvern trilling to him, the nighthawk circling lower and lower until she dropped onto the slope of his shoulder.

This is fine, he said to her.

Can be a Cam-eo.