Walk With Me

The devastation of the flash flood had been a nightmare. There were wolves injured, puppies, those who had taken in water, and many of their supplies had been washed away in the whole event. Valuable herbs to treat the wounded, food so that those who couldn’t didn’t need to hunt. It was a bit overwhelming trying to decide where to put his efforts. Charlie had gotten banged up, some cuts from debris in the water and bumps and bruises, but all things considered he had gotten off lightly compared to other members of the Armada. His heart broke at the sight of the devastation. Their home had gone from safe to the scene of tragedy in an instant. There had been so much chaos… In the end he had decided to approach his brother, Crux, and ask to gather herbs alongside him.

Crux had been one of the siblings he feared for, but as he held Wylan and felt the water rushing in through the smithy he knew trying to make it out would be near impossible. He had been relieved his brother was alive. He knew it was hard for his brother to get around, and it always had been. He might not have interacted with his brothers as much as he did Andy but that didn’t mean he didn’t love them. He’d be devastated had something happened to them, and the events of the flood painfully reminded him once more of their mortality. He had taken the trip with Crux toward the woods, purposefully slowing his step to ensure he wasn’t going to fast for his brother.

“What sort of herbs should we keep an eye out for, Crux? Are there any unique features I can use to tell we’ve found the right ones?” He tried to smile but it was hard. How could you act like everything was fine when their world had been turned upside down…? It was a shame that it had taken something like this to bring the brothers closer. He made a mental note to spend more time with his brother even after things started to go back to normal.

"Speech," 'Thought.'