"You nearly came to end before." And then our enemies prevailed with assistance, he does not add, blood of it bitter and thick against his teeth. If there are truths of discomfort, diplomacy is the art of neglecting them so. Brother taught the lesson well.
They walk, stink of metal and rot at their feet, and the streaks of absence, where other members of the convoy passed with deep footsteps, in search of seclusion or water. From dry waste of deserts in the morning to collapsed filth, come the dark ends of the day — returned to the same form, once dawns brighten. The land here has no chance to heal itself, only to grieve.
Above, the screech of the winged creatures, searching mates or prey or direction in whirls of dark cloud. His hand tightens on Bichen, steeled. "How did the beasts befriend you?"
If there is sorcery in this, the spell can be learned, their travels lessened their burden.
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They walk, stink of metal and rot at their feet, and the streaks of absence, where other members of the convoy passed with deep footsteps, in search of seclusion or water. From dry waste of deserts in the morning to collapsed filth, come the dark ends of the day — returned to the same form, once dawns brighten. The land here has no chance to heal itself, only to grieve.
Above, the screech of the winged creatures, searching mates or prey or direction in whirls of dark cloud. His hand tightens on Bichen, steeled. "How did the beasts befriend you?"
If there is sorcery in this, the spell can be learned, their travels lessened their burden.