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

from wraen’s reaction, she already knew. bits and pieces, anyway.

arcturus’ ears folded in response to wraen’s condolences. it did nothing to help the way his heart had shriveled as of late, but for a moment it lifted the gloom which ever threatened to steal him entire. it is not your fault. arcturus answered; for who was to blame but the gods for wiping his family — his legacy — his home — from existence?

kukutux. arcturus provided, carefully studying the face of his friend for her reaction.