"We will need every fighter."
Perhaps Eik is a fool to pretend that violence is not his calling.
(Violence the way forward, violence the way behind. The in, the out, the everything.)
You run or you fight, and he is no longer running. His body feels taught with anticipation and dread.
Eik briefly thinks of his friends in the other courts, and he wonders if they too have been gathered by their gods for a hunt. He nods solemnly to El Toro and Solis, Mathias having already turned away (good) and he quietly takes his own leave to prepare for the next day. Tomorrow. The first order of business is to find Seraphina.
We hunt tomorrow.
I have let myself go where the dust
E I K
Has the color of nothing
bloop <3
Time makes fools of us all
