the days that bind us

[exequy]

WHO: Lots of people
WHAT: Recovering lost phylacteries
WHEN: Guardian 23, 9:44
WHERE: The Storm Coast
NOTES: Violence! OOC post over here.

All signs point to the Storm Coast, and once scouts have narrowed down the location it's only a short journey across the Waking Sea to move a small force onto the rocky coast. They row ashore just after dawn in driving rain, and follow the beach for at least a mile before finding a path that actually reaches the top of the cliff. The rain fades to a drizzle but the day remains relentlessly overcast as they hike toward their goal, grey and dim even at noon, with a raw breeze off the water.

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[in_death_sacrifice]

Good, because he's in a mood to hold on and not let go, not anytime soon. He keeps her close, feeling more relief flooding in, sighing as he releases some of the tension that has built up all these weeks. He feels so weary now, but he's been in such an unsettled mindset lately. Nothing has made sense and not having an enemy to directly take on for much of it has been frustrating.

"The wine can most certainly be arranged for right away. As for the rest of it... take your time with that. It's not as if I'm going anywhere. I need you to know that... whatever may happen, I'm here. Always." He may not be the best at talking about his issues, himself, but he's much better at listening.