getting old

The Warlord watched the partygoers and found himself glad for the moment. A part of him wondered if Zee was watching down on them. He had never been religious, he had thought those that worshipped to be foolish. The Long Night had brought him doubts, and the Zee died had given him more reason to wonder. Or perhaps he was simply a foolish old man.


He moved across the beach until he saw the form of Venom, and he settled in beside her. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself," he said in response. Glad that she had come. It always warmed him to see Venom. She seemed happier these days, with her new litter and a more affectionate man at her side. He was happy for her.


Her request surprised him and he turned fully to her. "I would be honoured. Tell me when, and what you need of me. You'll have it" he promised.