When they lost the thread, they feared the worst.
They were on a diplomatic mission, right at the edge of their range, and the sendings that reached them that fateful night were anything but reassuring. And then they stopped.
Their Reach reduced to only a few miles, there was little they could do but head home. Back through the pass, back across the plains, back to the shining city at the mouth of the Great River.
‘Til then, all they can do is wait, and Reach, and hope.
Erin 🐝 (erindubitably)
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