Sun Mote Copse time's the revelator

a year was an impossible span of time to measure. arcturus silently accepted that, enduring wraen's comment that even he could not predict the future.

after all, she was right. it was not so long ago he had scoffed at her suggestion he needed to leave the spear.

in the end, as always, she was right. arcturus was looking at the ground in troubled silence as she veered away from the tender topic, perhaps realizing that time had healed some wounds, but not all.

perhaps next year -- nah, that's too far off. perhaps what? arcturus' gaze lifted hopefully, falling as wraen trailed off.

sparring was a much easier subject, but arcturus knew little of mythology. when he looked up to provide his answer, a light grin dogged his features. "drake sounds like a worthy adversary." ice queen might be too much to handle, but drake -- arcturus could maybe hold his own.

"'perhaps next year', what?" arcturus pressed, thinking this was a perfectly reasonable 'many questions' question.