I’d Trade All My Tomorrows For Just One Yesterday

The brute listened to his friend as he apologized, though it was hardly Bass’ fault. Noen’s death had not been anyone’s fault… or if it was it was his own for not keeping a better eye on his son. He felt horrid, mentally and emotionally, but for now he was still plugging along in life. Things were not at all easy, but at least he was alive, right? He moved a bit closer to his pale colored friend, looking into those golden eyes with his own dark forest green ones.

“It’s alright my friend…” The calico brute managed a small, sad smile. “Even with all this bad news… there is a bit of good news to gladden this old heart of mine. You’re alive. Abaven still stands. It is a reason to keep smiling. To have hope. Who knows? Perhaps it will be Alna who shows up on your borders next.” Even as he said the words though Allen’s smile began fading.

“I’ve missed you.” Allen confessed. “It’s been hard… and I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. I’m really glad that you’re still around, Bass.” He looked towards the lands beyond Abaven, giving a soft sigh of his own. “I’ll be lingering in the East. If you need me… or want to see me… just give a howl and I’ll come running.” The old brute shook his head before looking to Bass again.

“I won’t pretend things are the same… but my loyalty still runs with you. I will do whatever you ask.”