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The promise of a stable fire line was almost too good to be true, as was the promise of rest. However, as Ulric raised his tired eyes to look out across the devastation of their home, where thousands of mighty trees had once stood against luscious green, was now tarnished by the black marks of fire. It would take years for it all to grow back as it once had been, perhaps longer than the number of years the Warden had left on this earth. Duty and obligation to assure his family and friends were safe urged him to stay put and keep an eye out for the remainder of the evening and the length of night, but oh, was he so very exhausted. His muscles ached, his eyes burned, his feet throbbed and wounds cried out to be tended to. He needed to seize the opportunity to finally rest if they were to put an end to this once and for all come morning, whether or not that ended with them squandering the squirrels permanently. For Delumine, Ulric would do anything. “Very well,” the words finally come after a moment of contemplation, and though he lingered for a second longer, the Warden then turned back towards the citadel. As he passed them by, Ulric paused momentarily to acknowledge Ipomoea, even going so far as to bump his muzzle against the Regent’s neck in reassuring fashion if he so allowed him to, a silent gesture of camaraderie, a promise that this would all soon be over and a wish for him to get some res as well. He offered the same to Somnus and little Regis, and cast a brief look and gentle smile to Pavetta and the newcomer referred to as Sloane before slipping away for the evening. |
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