The Tangle perpetual timepiece

With one tired, heavy foot in front of another, he pressed on. Just as his days passed in an all-too similar tired, heavy haze, the most utmost truth that he knew was that he had to keep going--had to keep an order, a safety ideally.. because Drageda did not need to lose any more of their own, especially not now in the aftermath of so very much.

This time, however, this here and now, it sent him threading past the confines of the cliff's territory, aiming for the gnarling cover of the tangled woods just beyond. He only paused long enough to consider his son and daughter. He almost invited them, but with a lingering frown, he pressed onward without raising a call for either Dacio or Opalia; likely, they were preoccupied elsewhere and he was too jaded lately to make for good, effective company for either of them when there was enough of that without him. He set off in silence, although none of his progress came quickly.

He moved deeper down one of the paths and felt claustrophobic soon enough. Branches tangled all around, above and beside alike, and he worked his nose carefully. There prickled an old paranoia, one that felt a little like he was being watched, but he could not put his paw to any proof so soon.