nobody knows how the story ends

Rhyme hadn’t had both of his raven’s with him on patrols since before the eggs had hatched. Now that mid spring was upon them the baby ravens were old enough to linger in the nest by themselves. It was warmer now too, and they were fully feathered and looking cute from what he could see from the ground. Hopefully they’d start fledging soon. Already Poem had made friends with one that had both black and white feathers. Rhyme had little doubt the two were going to become a team.

He smiled as thoughts of his growing children played in his mind as his icy paws carried him over the borders of Abaven. Patrolling was a good way to keep his mind from the dark corners he so regularly sought.

Shaye had sought him out the other day, and found him at Darilnor’s grave. The conversation had not been as productive as Shaye had thought it would be, but they’d aired out more than one concern. They still weren’t back to the way things had been, but they were back on course at least.

Rhyme paused to mark the border and Solitude landed on his shoulders with a flurry of wings and a gentle alert that they had company.