Broken Antler Fen fire & smoke

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The once prince travels on unknown lands—ever seeking the party of sisters that were exiled unjustly from their home. It is no longer a home to Aldric without them, and the knight refused to listen to his father’s relentless pleas to remain. The secret of their outsing could not be kept long from him, and thus, he had broken free shortly after. Their traveling enough to lay their scents weak, however, and Aldric wanders lost with little clues of their presence.

Morning breaks, greeting him with an overcast sky and a drizzle. The rainfall welcome, for summer’s hot days—despite his path in Toth—have never been Aldric’s favorite. Autumn now rears its head, Razikale’s day soon upon them, and yet the ex-prince without the kingdom to celebrate. Already he spent Andoral’s alone, yet without @Nirali, each holiday would have been spent a loner as is. Falsities and masks donned too often with the nobility of Minrathous, Aldric is fortunate that the red-eyed thief blessed him with her presence. @Eleni, and @Araceli, too.

As he stretches from his camp underneath a towering willow, he thinks of them, and prays that they are well.