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Andre only
During his four years in the lands of Lore the ghost had now shuffled around
four times. Two out of four times had not been by choice, as the move from Darkwater Rapids to Cut Rock was the result of a natural disaster and moving from the west to the north (to Hearthwood) had been the cause of a nearby threat. Leaving Pitch Pine had been a difficult decision, but even in his youth he knew it would benefit him (and Anastasia) in the long run. The trail had suffered a similar fate to Hearthwood. Their leader had passed, causing a shift within the pack. Members had disappeared and the land felt
tainted, just like the Kingswood. He’d fully prepared to spend the rest of his life in the north, among the towering cedars, but things had changed. As of late, a relentless sea of drama had made its way through the trees. Which meant it had been time for a change.
However, the change had resulted in a few things getting left behind. Like half of his inventory for his infirmary. He’d made a few trips north, collecting bits and pieces, but he was curious as to how André was getting along. Sometimes Lachesis had to keep reminding himself that he wasn’t the only healer anymore… "
André?" he called out as he approached the communal den, his chin tipped to the side as he waited for a response.
(This post was last modified: Feb 20, 2018, 12:36 AM by Lachesis.)
stick with those who stick with you