#bro got lost

[puckishshsh]

[ultimafleur]

baked in an energy he knew all too well of a day that had passed so dark he would never forget. galar nearly falling to it's knees once more, yet prevented with the help of children once again. it had been years since then, he presumed--although time was indecipherable. he had halted his count since his beloved friend's return to him. still, that did not prevent him from recognizing a face--nor an additional feeling--that he knew.

" if you may be searching for the royale to commit so close to a bloodbath, it formed southward. you are furthest from it's entry. "

the old king was too brittle to participate in any battle, unfortunately. no, for the true meaning of the royale was baked in a hidden glimmer that he would not wish to tell, not until it was time.

" is that what path you commit to? or was there another destination even the legends could not help you reach without delay. "

@danderosa // starter call