i wish you were here

he could deal with standing off it for a day or two. it wasn't like he had any leads on Twig's whereabouts so he made himself relax despite his unease. her safety was what he came to check on and he had found no hide or hair of her. Hemlock wondered, not for the first time, if she had perished. no he thought firmly, resisting an irritable shake of his head. his sister was made of tougher stuff than that. "I suppose that's agreeable" he stated as Deathbelle turned to leave. he would have to tell her when he left Ashen anyway.

it was only polite, after all. "sweet dreams, Empress" he called after her as she went back to the den. saying nothing to her 'mistake', Hemlock would turn and walk back to the outskirts of the camp. though his leg was stinging, he managed to get there within minutes without much fuss. curling up in a makeshift cave, he too would fall asleep.

/ END