Wapun Meadow the smell of home, like sour peaches and linen

Saying it was easier than he thought it would be.

Expanding on it, that was the hard part. Aventus had always lived life as part of something greater than himself. He had never had to make a decision for himself, because he followed Merrick’s guiding principles and lived for Ursus.

Ursus had betrayed him, and now he was untethered. What did he want?

I do not know, he said with a soft sigh. He was no less tumultuous and agitated on the inside, but outwardly, he returned to his usual calm. I do not want to follow a spirit that takes and never gives. I do not know what my father thought to gain from devoting his life to this. I do not mean to make the same mistakes. Even though he already was.