i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high
He is lost in thought as he traverses the edges of the meadow, dreams and plans and schemes whirling in a way that would be nearly impossible for anyone with the ability to follow. With memories lingering in so many forgotten corners of Beqanna and all the possibilities to come coursing through his skull, it is a wonder he has not surrendered to madness.
It is a curious thing that he remains almost perfectly sane beneath the force of so much knowledge. Or perhaps not. Perhaps it’s merely that those destined to house such things have been designed for it. It’s a pleasant thought, but he knows better than most that it is simply not true. Not with the madness that runs so rampant in the parallel branches of his family.
The bone-shrouded stallion is distracted momentarily when Rune dives from the sky above, wind whispering through his feathers as he abruptly flares them wide to halt his descent. He lands heavily on the bone protruding from his hip, causing Reave’s leg to dip briefly beneath the weight of the large harpy eagle. Reave pays little mind to the bird’s antics, pausing only long enough for Rune to settle before starting forward again.
The bird’s landing had caused the bone to pull against his flesh, releasing a fresh trickle of blood from the ragged edges where it continues to force its way through his skin. Reave ignores it, so accustomed to the way it pulls and splits with movement that it is little more notable than a fly bite. It is only when he reaches the edges of a familiar pool, waterfall streaming down from the stone ledge at the far end, that he halts. His gaze is curiously distant as he stares at the streaming water. An expression that clearly says he is far, far away regardless of where his body currently rests.
reave
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