Evening in the Forest

[mogget_cat]

The evenings are edging into the 'pleasantly cool' range, as the year progresses. One can stretch out on a tree branch and watch the pink clouds above the mountain shift from pink to purple to grey, as the night rolls in. It is a singularly beautiful sight, one that is quite useful when a patron has a lot of thoughts to sort through.

So this evening there is a Bright Shiner stretched out along a tree-branch, near the lakeshore, watching the far clouds slowly drain of color. Still, though the sunset was a a brilliant one, and the colors left behind were quite beautiful, his thoughts are elsewhere. And they are troubled.

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[mogget_cat]

The sound that forms the reaction to Ruin's question is not in any language of words. It is a roar, crackling like the immediate retort of thunder to a nearby lightning strike, accompanied by a two-handed, full-strength shove to Ruin's chest.

[ten_of_swords]

He might be strong, but he knows Yrael is stronger.

Ruin stumbles back, falling against a tree, and laughs softly.

"I know," he says, rubbing his chest. He was going to bruise. "Truth sucks."

[mogget_cat]

But Yrael is gone.