Silver Creek and I call with all my heart

He had seen crashing waters as vast as The Gilded Sea, with sky birds screeching a foreign song -

He had seen a land without fire, without Father or Mother -

He had seen the face of his brother - Athens? Evander? Tybault?

But in the rays of dawning light, this stream was just a frozen puddle, and in places, he’d seen the scars of fires of generations past.

The only constant was @Evander, who once again moved with him in measured time.

Faithful Evander.

The stars have hidden themselves again, Everett said, his eyes on the northern sky. Let’s find a bough for shelter.