Stone Circle Heart Upon My Sleeve

hello my name’s stupid and i forgot about this

Even as he aged, body growing weary and joints resistant, Kove could not keep himself from the borders. He gave up travelling, knowing well that he could not push himself the same that he once did, but he could not part with patrolling—not yet, that is. In time, he knew his body would reach a point where his being near the border would be a greater risk than help but, for the time being, he refused to admit to knowing such things. He was still able to patrol, he told himself, still able to defend his home.

Kove intended to stop for a drink before continuing on to the outskirts of the territory—perhaps a quick bite to eat, too, should he find himself still skillful enough to continue fishing. But once there along the water’s edge, his attention never quite reached the fish that drifted below the ice, stolen away by the sight of his grandson. Leaving his previous intentions behind him, the elder approached the boy and chuffed, saying, “Ilitannamek, West.” He was surprised at how big the boy was growing—and how quickly, too. It seemed like only yesterday he was a small child.