Arrangements On the Table [Eligos]

Eligos was unaccustomed to aching so much when he woke up as he did these days, and he'd have chalked it up to getting old if he actually had been old, but he wasn't so it made little sense to him. There wasn't, as far as anyone could see, anything wrong with him to make his bones ache and his head hurt all the time. He thought, perhaps, that it was as the witch who had given him his eyesight had said, that he would need to make a great sacrifice to regain his eyesight. Perhaps the pain was the sacrifice he needed to make. Well, it was one he was more than willing to bear, to have his sight again. It was still a bit blurry, but noticeably regaining clarity day by day. He was confident in his ability to fight, now, and had returned to patrolling without the acompanyment of Kida and Cypher, who did their own patrols now to make up for the fewer wolves. With Aureus dead, Thalia in Abaven, Saren and Loviat vanished entirely, and Fel, Zagan, and Proserpina rarely around, it left them short pawed until Deus and Danta were trained. They were, it seemed, going to be chronically short-pawed until they did something to stand out and attract members.

Useful members, which made things more difficult.

His head lifted - he squinted against the sharper ache momentarily caused by the sudden movement - when he caught the sound of Aurielle calling at the border. Well, hellfire. He huffed out a sigh, not particularly looking forward to needing to own up to his own poor behavior when he was blind and grieving and even now not feeling particularly inclined not to be snappish and angry, but he could hardly keep avoiding her when they were literally right next door to one another.

He set out for the border, though, resigned to the inevitability. Something in the snow at her paws caught his attention, but it wasn't until he was nearly upon her that it deblurred into a pile of black fabric. His brows drew together in confusion a moment before smoothing again. Oh right - they'd made a contract to raid, capture the flag style. So much had happened since then that he'd all but forgotten that winter was the time they'd agreed on.

He dipped his head in greeting to her, carefully avoiding a squint as he looked at her, or a wince at the pain in his head, or shifting to ease the ache in his limbs - stoically ignoring all of that in favor of just standing calmly. Maybe he was getting old. "Aurielle," he rumbled simply.