Time Cannot Erase

Shock rippled through him at the younger, darker coated Resin at his border. He had heard her call and responded in a timely manner, heading over with a trot to see what had brought a stranger to his borders. He had seen the hint of her coat, but hadn’t gotten a full dosage until he stopped before her. Seeing the yellow eyes in a similarly marked face. She was a ghost, and his heart flipped at the reminder of the pain.

“Greetings,” he said, finding his voice again. “What brings you to the Armada borders? Who are you?” Who are you to Resin?


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