Viorel was keen on avoiding any and all demigods as necessary. It wasn’t for fear of them, but for anger. Frustration. He was at a loss chasing circles of his own making. Heart worn, heart torn, it was in an echo of what the sentinels’ spirits were by the time Beau was done. He folded his arms, at last stopping near the training grounds. Was it his final destination? No; but he couldn’t ignore Malachi’s presence any longer.
The demigod turned around, bristling with tense shoulders and fiery blues. Sorin pressed his side against his calf while little Estera stared up to Malachi, owlish eyes wide and curious. Vio was glad it was in the evening, when people were more keen on the comforts of walls than nature. “Why do you say I’m your friend? Why do you care?” Loaded questions, perhaps, but after their quest and the camp’s inner changes, he was a few steps shy of newly arrived!Viorel Lucaci. Back to--almost--square one.
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