Moonspear washed away in a tide of longing

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Spending the morning with @Leta had become a daily ritual for Osiris, and it had quickly become the favorite part of his day. Today, they had decided to spar, and he had noticed an improvement since their last lesson; he was lucky to have such a skilled and willing student. When their time together came to an end, he set off in the direction of the borders alone. Osiris' sense of duty had gotten the best of him, as he knew Leta's company would be a distraction. 

The pathway in the Silverspine was still damp from the month-long storms, and he paid close attention to his footing and took his time. There was no use rushing—especially since he knew the ground beneath his paws could injure him.