Moving in together

“Well…Now that you mention it.” He cleared his throat and began walking taking in the sights of the nook if only to guiltily avoid meeting Célestin’s gaze. “I don’t think we’ll be able to stay here between the droughts and the fires that are happening.” He admitted, his gaze wandering downward as he trod over the dried leaves fallen well before fall.

“The problem is I don’t know how I’m supposed to…” He trailed off, his face twisting slightly as he chose his words carefully. “Well…Tell anyone. Medea has her heart set on this place, but if I lose the Shrine I lose everything I’ve already worked for.” He explained. He knew Cél wouldn’t like that. Torin had after all advised him against it, but if the Abraxas were willing to fight over the Shrine he would let them bring the fight to them.

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