Sunseer seemed to swell as he breathed in the damp air, filling his lungs with river scent. Relief washed over him. There was a dread, unnamed, clinging to him, a worry that he might not wake one of these days. But There was no need for that fear. Hunting had been good. Almost perfect, actually...
Farren had been nearby, sitting cross-legged on a bench under a tree whose boughs were unnaturally still. He knew the shield was protecting them from the storm but, man, was it weird as hell. He ran his hand through his hair and looked up from his incomplete sketch of the stormy sky. Hm? That...
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