Storyteller. Explorer. Kind. [ They lean against the wolf, almost subconsciously aware that if they were to do the same to this memory, it would fade.
Dreams are strange things, sometimes too real to bear, sometimes slipping away. They are careful to preserve this one, to stay a while longer. Like a child asking for five more minutes of sleep, pulling the covers over their head. ]
Very old. From long ago. [ They miss him, that much is certain. There's a certain ache to the words, to this clear memory. ] Long journey. Task complete. Resting now.
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Dreams are strange things, sometimes too real to bear, sometimes slipping away. They are careful to preserve this one, to stay a while longer. Like a child asking for five more minutes of sleep, pulling the covers over their head. ]
Very old. From long ago. [ They miss him, that much is certain. There's a certain ache to the words, to this clear memory. ] Long journey. Task complete. Resting now.