@exspiravitae
And roar, dear heart;;
He hadn’t struggled mercilessly against ambient mysteries shrouding his kingdom, survived such a travesty within their fair capital, dragonfire and his father’s true return just to stay safe and sound within the keep - .... and it wasn’t as though he didn’t comprehend.. fear of loss, loss itself.... Bolvar.... He’d apologize, later, of course, to his father, for disobeying him once again, but while the King was mopping up the remains of such a horrendous campaign... Well, Valeera should not have taught him her techniques, if she didn’t intend for the young cub to utilize them. Hitting grass, silent as a soft sunbeam upon glistening morning leaves, the young boy peered about the corner, inching within reason past one last yawning trooper who was more than likely simply ignoring the golden child’s existence, allowing him access into the lower streets of Stormwind, heading towards the docks.
His pace was far from restrained, and his dedication to scouring the area before him was stunted, not even looking ahead of him in a slow jog.
;;For that PEACE you seek is still so far