tearing apart your lights - o, territory sweep

[breena]

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BREENA KNACKLE
HALLS OF HIRAETH
ARCH-ROUGE
DRUID

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Ill might've described how the badger felt.  On a good day.  Something in her mind had... Clicked recently.  Locked in place.  Understood.  She'd never hear Redvox's voice again.  Or see his smile.  Or click her tongue at him for something that seemed altogether reckless, like jumping into those caves.  Redvox was gone.

She'd been sad.  Distraught.  Stubborn even though she'd been the one to say there was nothing they could do.  Bitter.  This was grief, she supposed.  In her youthful ignorance, Breena had never lost a friend to death.  Such was the result of a secluded life.  Now.  Now she had.

As Aslisk's voice called for a gathering to sweep their land, the Arch-rouge didn't feel sad or ill.  She felt numb.  Oddly detached, as though her feelings had shut off for a while.  Maybe they had.  Maybe that was okay.  Breena wanted to help keep everyone afloat.  It shouldn't be left to Aslisk to pick up the pieces alone.

The petite druid trotted forward, dark hues gleaming with a steady, if somewhat distant, light.  She offered no smiles.  Only a short nod to Aslisk.  She was here.  She was ready.

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