Your Hand in Mine
A Shattered Realms story
Mathias reclined back into his wooden armchair, sighing as cold relief washed over his weary knees. A dreadfully untidy writing desk lay before him, defaced by mounds of scattered parchment. Mathias viewed his workspace with a tense scowl. He had toiled for hours over the burden of sorting, archiving, and scribing, all to merely dent the inexhaustable workload assigned to him. Running his fingers through his thick, coal-black, hair, Mathias achingly gazed out of his office's open window. His azure-blue eyes stared out into a stretch of clear-blue skies. His ears perked to the gentle lapping of waves foaming on the beach, while his nose inhaled the sweet and salty t
Spring: Introspection Ev 24, Day 3~ In the confusion of the past few Evs, since the Healing, I have not been keeping track. The Healing. The camp flooding. Everyone putting their backs into getting us moved to the new site, constructing a new wind-wall.
And then, Sen.
Kavus has called for everyone to just take a few days- hunting aside- and ‘just relax.’ It gives us all a chance to Think upon things, after all we have been through since Exile began.
With the loss of Sen and Oura’s sudden silence the Logos are in disarray. I have observed (and been informed by those among the ‘Thinkers’) that A’Co and Nune are working hard to bring order to the Logos- and that Oura may be quietly helping, or directing, t
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