Since that night, the moon has never seemed the same.

The days seemed to lengthen since his reunion with Reiko, for Quicksilver could not rid her from his thoughts. He had returned to his comrades of Vanderfell immediately after he and the snowfloewer had parted, eager to immerse himself in the maintaining of his herb gardens and throw himself into securing their perimeters. He hunted often, but with little success in his distraction.

She'd appealed to him on their first encounter those long weeks ago, but he'd managed to focus elsewhere in the days that followed. What was it about that last time that made him so obsessed? Her suggestion to just tell her how he felt stood out more so than anything else because he wished he could.

But he was afraid. He barely knew her. His behaviour around her was skittish, uncertain; she'd balk at him if he told her! Quicksilver was tormenting himself, and he knew it, but he simply couldn't forget how full she made his heart feel - despite the assumption that she had a husband, the knowledge of her children! It was for precisely this reason that he made the tough decision to sever ties with her, and make it so that he could carry on with his already complicated life without bringing anyone else's to ruin.

With a quick call to @Ira to announce his temporary departure, the druid set off in the rain toward the snows in search of the dove who troubled him so.


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