And if home screams to me
03-04-2017, 08:37 PM
Qualm had a bundle of herbs in his mouth, wrapped finely in a leaf. He knew for certain Abaven probably had enough healers with these herbs but what he had was important. All herbs found in the maw and in most cases rare otherwise. His eyes were blackened with tiredness and perhaps the strain of holding in his emotions for a long time. What would he tell Bass? About Raba.... about what happened. Of course for a long time he looked to Bass for guidance for the short moments he'd been in Abaven his birth pack. Not only that but the friends he had met along the way, they seemed to have vanished in the masses. Delaney was gone, his father he had previously loathed was dead as was his daughter Nah. Of course they had shared no blood that he knew of, but she had been his and his responsibility to take care of. Not to mention his unspoken feelings for Raba. Now that she was gone - he selfishly just wanted to cry for the gods to give her back. He trekked on and stopped at the borders. Gently letting down his herbs as he raised his head in a call.
He didn't look like his chipper usual self. Frankly he just wanted to know if he could stay find his old den and curl up in it for the night. After all by the time he had collected his things and left the sun was now just tinkering under the mountains. The dark would take over soon and he certainly hoped it wasn't intruding to be doing this. Qualm strained his eyes - ignoring the sore feeling around his heart and took in a deep breath. He was alive, and tomorrow would indeed be another day. |
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