Sun Mote Copse time's the revelator

@Wraen

it was strange how time passed with or without the consent of those who lived under its rule. already, it had been a full month since arcturus had left the spear. it felt like yesterday and a lifetime ago.

he had adjusted, in some ways. he still carried the leanness of the mountain to him -- that hardness was unlikely to ever go away. yet, some parts of him were changed, too. he moved less rigidly, having come to learn most of firebirds' territory in his time here. he moved with more purpose, having come to accept his place here as well.

today, he was ruminating on how sharply his life had careened away from his identity when he came across wraen's scent on the trail. she always had a way of putting his troubles away -- eager to unsaddle the burdens that weighed his mind heavily, the ostrega followed her trail in quiet contemplation.