counting stars

Benedict even went on to greet Solitude placed upon his back. The bird was mostly a silent observer, and he rarely introduced them. They were private creatures, always gathering information but only offering it if they trusted you. Rhyme smiled, ”Solitude on my back, and Imperia in the sky.” He offered as Solitude flapped his huge wings again. Rhyme listened to the questions and explanations quietly, thinking about his answer as the stranger offered him the floor once again.

”We try to do what is right, we protect those who can’t protect themselves.” His thoughts went to Eulogy and Epitaph. ”However, we expect ou members to be as self sufficient as possible and to help the community in their own way. Hunting, healing, scouting.. fighting. We aren’t the aggressors, and unless threatened would not raid or war.” He told the wolf honestly.