It Is Time

He wasn’t that much older than Acere, but he was still aloud to feel proud of the man. He’d been nothing short of a mess when he had appeared at Abaven’s borders with his young niece and nephew in tow. He quickly soared to the lead warrior position, and after a disagreement with Shaye the decision would be made that he needed to his own leadership role. He wanted and deserved a mantle, and as the call came for him over the rapids Rhyme knew it was time.

He more an amused grin as he approached the clearing within the thicket. He appeared on the other side of Acere, facing Shaye as she greeted the white warrior. Rhyme offered an encouraging grin and a deep nod of respect. Acere had long earned his place, and Rhyme would be lucky to call him a friend and equal.