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[monolike]

[The first thing Sorey thinks as he falls is what Lailah said as they left Camlann; that without his domain, all of them would instantly be hellions. The ground collapses beneath his feet, the wind drake behind him snaps up his cloak in its jaws and he sees the terror on Mikleo's face just before Symonne's laughter shrieks out and he and the drake fall together.

If they're too far away from me-

He can still feel their connection. He can still feel them, even if they can't go to him, and Sorey prays that's enough.

Wind rushes past them and Sorey tries to wrench out of the drake's grip (It's gotta be a wind seraph, Zaveid had shouted as they were thrown into the thick of battle in the tight corridors of the fortress), twisting and turning, sword in his hand. They'd weakened the drake considerably as a team but he's not sure he's powerful enough on his own to purify it, not even with all the strength he's gathered. Not without the others.

Hopefully, because Rose is there, they'll be okay. Please, please, I can't lose anyone else-

They fall far but hit a collapsed spire at an angle; in the mess the drake releases Sorey (or maybe his cloak tears, he can't tell) and he tumbles, bumps against it and hits the ground hard enough to rattle his teeth in his head and jar his bones. He pushes himself up, ignoring the bruises and aches, the constant, thumping worry of his heart and puts his sword between he and the drake as it sways up to its feet.]

Don't worry, [he promises the poor thing, because thank god, thank god it's not a dragon yet. There's still hope.] I'm going to save you. Don't worry, it'll be over soon.

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[monolike]

[It's true, Sorey doesn't like to hear that there are still people who want to take the life of another, but if Dezel is familiar with them, if they're descendants of Rose...well, it could be worse. They could be the types who would take any contract at all for the sake of money. Dezel wouldn't let that happen.]

The Sparrowfeathers and the Scattered Bones are two separate guilds now? [They might be associated, but it's kind of nice to think at least that there are merchants who can just be merchants instead of having to be killers, too.]

[sylphystia]

[Exactly. He keeps them on a good path, since he's the one who started it after all. Though only Rose's actual descendants know that.]

Yeah. The Scattered Bones are sort of a... specialized force, while the Sparrowfeathers make their business as merchants. A few have settled down and opened shops in the city.

[He reaches over and ruffles Sorey's hair]

Do you want to keep going, or should we make camp here?

[monolike]

[Sorey scratches at his nose, thinking. He wants to move on, he wants to see the others as soon as possible, see Mikleo as soon as possible, but...

Here, in the clearing, with the wind whistling gently through trees and over crags, is so peaceful. It's the kind of gentle quiet they didn't see for weeks leading up to the final confrontation.

Sorey closes his eyes and falls back onto the grass with a sigh.]

Let's just wait a little while. ...could I listen to Rose again?

[sylphystia]

[Dezel's a little surprised by the request, but then his expression softens.]

Sure.

[They can go at Sorey's pace. That doesn't bother Dezel. The Shepherd's been asleep for a thousand years-- he deserves to go at whatever pace he feels like.

Dezel shifts to follow him into the grass, and he takes the wind with him. As the cool breeze kicks up one more time, it turns warm and playful, gently brushing across Sorey's lips like a smile. It smells like summer, like Rose. And it carries the memory of her calling out to someone, laughing and darting away, daring him to tag her.]

[monolike]

[Sorey dozes off a couple times, comforted by Dezel's presence and the whisper of Rose's memory around him, the grass below him still warm despite the night chill. He curls up on his side once, reaching out and taking hold of Dezel's arm, but it doesn't last long. When he's rested, when he's had enough he sits back up and rubs the sleep from his eyes.]

Mmm- okay. I think I'm good to go! [And then his stomach growls.]

[sylphystia]

[Dezel doesn't move from Sorey's side though he's considered going hunting. He doesn't want to leave the former Shepherd alone just in case something happens. Sorey's certainly not in fighting condition. He doesn't want to disturb him, either, so that means when Sorey wakes up... Dezel is all but pressed against his side.

This ought to be awkward, but he's wearing his hat over his eyes like he's taking a nap too.]

Welcome back to the land of the living.

It's your first snack in a thousand years. What'll you pick?

[monolike]

Madeleines? If you've got everything for them handy. [Not sure what's in that pack but if Sorey can shove some of those cookies in his face first thing after a thousand years, he'll never be happier. Even if he should probably eat something with vegetables and meat. That can come later, dessert first.]

[sylphystia]

[Dezel actually chuckles at that. Here he was expecting real food, maybe a steak and mashed potatoes or something but no. Sorey goes straight for dessert and it's--

-- it's so him.]

There's a bunch of sticks around here. If you grab a bunch, I'll make a fire.

[Sounds like a yes. In the meantime, he's materializing cooking effects.]

[monolike]

[The way Sorey pops up to his feet and snaps off a sharp salute speaks volumes about how much of his strength he's recovered in just the short time he's spent awake. It takes him an awful long time rooting around for a bunch of sticks though, and when he comes back he's got an armful of kindling and a very concerned look.]

Dezel, can you help me? There's a bird fallen from the nest, and I'm afraid if I pick it up the mother won't take it back.

[sylphystia]

[Dezel keeps track of him even if he takes a while. If there was something dangerous over here, he'd know about it. He covers up the bowl of cookie dough and leaves it by the place he's cleared for a fire.

A SMALL ANIMAL IS IN TROUBLE, THEY HAVE TO HELP. RIGHT THIS INSTANT.]

Show me.

[monolike]

[The more things change...

Sorey grins to himself (okay also outwardly) and dumps the bundle of sticks he'd gathered in the clearing. The nest isn't far, and isn't that high up either; the peeping of the baby bird, still only half-feathered, is clearly audible long before they even reach it.]

Over there. [Dezel can undoubtedly hear it already, so Sorey stops before he gets too close. Wouldn't be good to put a human scent all over where the bird fell, or the mother might not come back to the nest at all.]

[sylphystia]

[Yeah, Dezel can hear it. There's an undeniable twist in his expression as he hears the frantic, terrified peeping of the baby bird. Dezel steps forward and kneels carefully, gathers the baby bird into his hands.]

Looks like it's uninjured. It fell out of the nest when it was practicing its first flight.

[He turns, then, and faces Sorey. The bird has already brightened up some and it eyes the seraph and the Shepherd curiously.]

You can come closer. Birds don't have a good sense of smell, so you won't actually drive the mother off if you touch it.

[monolike]

Ohhh, they don't? [Sorey quietly approaches, and rests his fingers on the edge of Dezel's cupped hand, unwilling to touch the baby until it's used to his presence.] Wow, look at that, it's already got all its feathers. You just had a little spill, huh fella?

[sylphystia]

[The bird peeps and tilts its head this way and that, trying to get a better look at the big creatures around it. Dezel lifts a finger so he can gently stroke the bird's head.]

You'll be able to fly soon enough. No need to push it.

[The bird actually seems pretty happy with this arrangement, and looks expectantly at Sorey when Dezel stops petting it. Your turn, champ.]

[monolike]

[Hey, don't wanna disappoint the little thing. Sorey pets the baby a few times, grinning over at Dezel. He knows it's a songbird of some kind, but,] Dezel, what kinda bird is this?

[sylphystia]

It's a Hyland finch. They're known for their whistling song-- it's synonymous with spring.

[He loev birb. When the fledgling's had enough, he reaches up and gently places the bird back in its nest. He makes it look easy, but since he's a wind seraph... well, maybe it is.]

... There.

[monolike]

[Maybe it's silly to get so sentimental over something so small, but watching Dezel place the bird back in its nest, gentle as a morning breeze, makes Sorey's heart swell like little else.

Seraphim are still living in this world. Peacefully, some even happily; and he can feel it, beneath his feet, that there is a beautiful purity to the world that wasn't there before. Even without the Shepherd's pact, he can feel it.

Tears spring to Sorey's eyes and he covers his face, embarrassed. Just the sight of Dezel's back, the faint smile on his face as he brought the bird home, finally, finally hammered it into Sorey's still-dreamy head.

It worked.

Sorey hiccups. It worked. Going to sleep for a thousand years worked, and though there is still corruption, still human society to think about, the world itself is no longer diseased.

Seraphim are safe.

It was all worth it.]

[sylphystia]

[Dezel makes sure the bird is secure in his nest, and then he hears a hiccup. Sounds like it finally sunk in for Sorey. He hesitates-- he's never been good at this sort of thing-- but he would be an awful friend if he didn't try, so he dumps his hat on Sorey's head.]

Come on, let's go back. There's a batch of madeleines with your name on it.

[He'll start guiding the former Shepherd back toward the campsite, if allowed.]

... I'll even let you eat a little of the dough.

[monolike]

[pulls that hat down over his eyes tbh

This feeling is too big to handle right now, so Sorey doesn't let himself cry for long. By the time Dezel's got a hand awkwardly steering him back to the fire, he's already trying to dry up.]

Ah haha, [sniff] now I know today is special. [He bumps into Dezel with a shoulder.]

[sylphystia]

[He snorts at the shoulder bump.]

Of course today is special. You came back.

[When they reach camp, he wastes no time building the sticks into a suitable campfire formation. It's easy enough to call a bit of fire and wind to whip it right up. He lets it warm and stabilize as he molds the madeleines onto a cookie sheet, and then he covers them for baking.

It's a process that Sorey's seen a hundred times. Dezel uses the wind not only to see but to keep the heat even.]

[monolike]

[Dezel's definitely changed. Not that it's a surprise, it's been a thousand years. And it's not like Sorey has a problem with it, though the knowledge that everyone else -Mikleo included- has grown and changed so much without him does make him feel a little lonely.

Well, there's an easy way to remedy that. And even if he was left behind, just a bit, it was absolutely worth it if this is the end result. Any sadness he feels can be dealt with later, on his own. It'll be easy since he doesn't regret it.]

I think I'll be good to make it to town after this, [Sorey says, taking off Dezel's hat to check it over for hairs or leaves before carefully handing it back.] I want to see what civilization is like! Has a lot changed?

[sylphystia]

[He wordlessly reaches out to take it, though if Sorey tries to give him his jacket back too, he'll decline. The hat goes back on and so does the attitude.]

We're going to Elysia first. It's closer, and we'll have someone look at you.

[Plus they can dust whatever cobwebs have formed in Sorey's old house.]

You wouldn't recognize Ladylake. It sounds about the same but all the roads are different. Buildings are taller. There's more water, believe it or not.

[monolike]

Wow...how long has it been, actually? Hundreds of years, right? [It's so hard to comprehend, so Sorey's not going to try and wrap his brain around it just yet. He's not going to think about how maybe the books in his house are crumbling now, he's not going to think about how maybe Elysia will be missing some faces. He can deal with it as it comes.]

[sylphystia]

[Dezel offers Sorey a spoon with raw cookie dough on it.]

It's... been a while, [he says haltingly. He isn't sure how Sorey will take the news.] About a thousand years.

[monolike]

[Well he's gonna drop that spoon into the dirt, for one. Stare blankly at Dezel before reacting late to what he just did.] Ah- Shoot! [He plucks it back up but the dough is hopelessly filthy. There's no salvaging this.] Oh, I'm- I'm sorry, sorry, Dezel. I'll go clean- there was a stream back that way, right? I'll just-

[He needs a minute. He needs a few minutes.

Sorey kneels there beside the water, washing a spoon long since clean as he tries to absorb that. He knew in his heart that it must've been at least a few hundred years. It had to be long enough to erode that temple, to eat through thick stone and coat everything in dust. It had to be long enough for that tree near the altar to grow tall and strong, but-

A thousand years?

A thousand years?

What place could he possibly have in a world a thousand years older?]