By the time we reach the settlement. The early evening sun cast long shadows on the ground. The slanting rays of the setting sun give a warm orange tinge to the sky. Tempers that frayed between the Are and the Avangard, Zoar and I diffused. After the brawl is settled and my safety made apparent. I left for my cave dwelling, my bedroll packed along with my new items, ready to recommence our trek to Velheim in a few brief hours.
I slump against the ground, resting against the rocky wall. This precious breathing space is all I have to process, all I have been given. Yet I feel like no period of introspective seclusion will enable my head to fully encompass the truth. The truth about what I am.
My head swivels to the left to notice Solaris quietly sticking his head alongside the flap. My insides curl into tight knots. I spring to my feet and exit the cave to reach him. I appear on the opposite side, on the ledge, before him.
