Swiftcurrent Creek I'm dying to live in a world I don't belong

Seeking @Wren but AW

He had come to realize in the terms of the creek that if one was going to wait for the perfect time to present an opportunity, or for the stars to align and present a moment of clarity, then nothing would ever get done or acknowledged.

Wren’s request and desire to elevate herself had not been forgotten by the man—and while he had hoped to do so under better times, it would be now or never.

So, the day lingered with the crisp scent of falling leaves, the sun offering its light from behind a cloud or two. What should have felt lighthearted only felt heavy as he sought out the Gamma, believing she would likely be closer to the borders then anywhere else.