This Is What We're Living For

Fenix had felt a disconnect. Possibly with himself, stuck in a rut. He hadnt been seen much, though the male tended to his garden of herbs he returned to his den rather quickly. He felt like his motovation had been sucked dry. Fenix was too proud or perhaps just self destructive. He didnt have someone to share these things with.

A meeting? The bleary eyed man sat on the outside. Semi shading himself under a tree listening to the falls. He hadnt seen Bellamy since well... he couldnt remember. Who called had been one of her children, concerned he hoped his questions would come with some answers.