Broken Antler Fen i drive into corning, and all the spindles whine

too preoccupied with his own thoughts to catch wraen’s suppressed smile, arcturus turned over his potential answers.

‘alright’ sure was subject to interpretation. was she alive? yes. did that mean she was okay? unlikely.

she is alive. arcturus provided, musing over how strange it seemed that half of the spear’s population had been obliterated in the blink of an eye.

life. so fleeting and fast.

a daughter. but of the rest, i know not. his stomach turned as he thought of how open kukutux had been — even at the sake of his own comfort. it was time for him to do the same for wraen — but how could he even start?

everything from the sigh that left his lips to the way he shifted forward, spoke of his intention to say something else — and yet, words failed him for the thousandth time.