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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2017 11:59 am
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Ever since Maku entered dormancy, Sephos hadn't had any sort of reason, good or otherwise, to leave his forest home. There was simply too much to be done - an entire territory of woodland to take care of in his lusus' stead, and the chores besides that kept him alive. The forest, except for some key things like sopor slime and metal, provided most of what he needed. But when he'd recieved Valaon's letter (and managed to muddle through reading it), he found a reason to emerge.
He found himself in the plains, staring out at the scorched land that had been her farm. It was stunning, the destruction that a fire could cause - a part of the cycle of life, he knew. The land would be enriched by the ashes, and, in a forest, it gave new seeds and saplings room and sun-space to grow. To renew. Here, though, someone had set the fire... and farms did not just grow back. Not without help.
He crossed over the - still mostly intact - gateway onto Valaon's farm, bare feet crunching in the charcoal as he looked at the damage - and, also, for a particular silhouette...
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