Swiftcurrent Creek another brew by the deep blue

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Julius had been awake, but he wasn't doing much of anything. He sat on the other side of Durnehviir, lost in his own mind. The alabaster boy was still too young to think clearly, but feelings and senses could be understood, such as the sound of the wind. The wind had picked up for a few moments, and buffeted a few things before calming back down. Julius didn't know what the wind was at that point in his life, nor that it created both a feeling and a sound. The sound and the feeling were two separate things in his mind.

Julius was drawn out of his quietness as a gray blob approached him. That blob was his brother Trajan. "Ayy! Ayy!" He babbled at the prince.