Momma, I'm Leaving Home

N/A · 08-20-2015, 07:09 PM

The young man was two years old now, leaving home to strike out on his own. A new home is what he wanted, what he needed. He knew that though he had made some amends with Mystic that things would never truly be the same between them. That as he grew his mind would only return to those dark days, and the guilt would eat at him. So instead he would leave, seeking out a new place to call home -- and the best place to do that was to go to the plateau where battles could arise.

Sure Naoise knew there was a chance of getting force claimed here, but the young man didn't mind the risk. He would fight with all he had and if he was taken as a slave, well, at least he could say that he tried. He would stop in the middle of the battlefield, gaze determined. Tilting back his head his song would fill the air. Come find me.

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Table by:: Shelby

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