-shrugs at whatever this post is-
all welcome for velaris!
all welcome for velaris!
He had come to a near upsetting (if he could ever use such a word for himself) realization over the last few days.
The bulk of creatures gathered here seemed...young. Which meant he was oldest, if he guessed rightly so. Now they did not seem to be yearlings pretending to be rulers, but still they clung to youth in their fresh adulthood.
Prvak shrouded himself deeper among the mountain slopes.
Was it embarrassment that had rooted within his gut? Uncertainty of his status?
No, he had seemed...wanted. Not a burden, not looked upon as an old man — which he was not, but how could he not feel it?
Perhaps that was why he threw himself further into work among the drizzly peaks of the Roost. A patrol in a prowling pattern where he figured none would wish to bother the 'oldest' member.
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