whisper of solitude | balefire; joiner; open

[CORRUPTTIMELINES]

A brief roll of his shoulders in a circular motion was then followed by a shrug. In truth, Cory hadn’t been here long enough to know much of anything. As much as he longed to help, one can only do so much with minimal knowledge on what may have occurred before them. A brief smile dotted his lips at the usage of his name as well, having missed the lack of formalities. “I am uncertain. I have only just begun residing here, and I typically do not ask many questions,” the wyvern would remark, shifting his wings back into a neatly folded position before observing the marshy land around them. “If you wish to live here, you need a home. Would you like an escort?” inquired he, cocking an imaginary brow their way.

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