#subtleblow

[cfserpents]

Seeing Voris again left a mixed feeling in his chest. Viorel eyed the man as he walked with his lil menagerie to Pali. That ‘little menagerie’ being his latest ‘daughter’, Estera, and his hummingbird, Galen. He saw Sorin at Voris’ side once he got to the bottom of Pali’s steps. While the dog had spent some time with him in the infirmary, he wasn’t in such a state to keep him around no matter how much he fought the therapeutae. 

In the end, Sorin had to be back in Voris’s care for another day.

The corner of his mouth ticked up and Sorin’s tail slightly wagged behind him. The ‘smile’ was short lived, but still felt in the healer’s chest. He wasn’t worried about the others in Antarctica, not quite, but whether he’d get back to Sorin or not. “He looks good,” he said to Voris, curtly nodding to the younger man. “Was he?”

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[cfserpents]

New faces seemed to be the norm, as of late, and Viorel wondered when some of the older will leave. It’s an ebb and flow as any, life and death, or the emergence and disappearance of ‘heroes’. Most of them were heroes; some, like himself, weren’t. He walked with Sorin along the outermost part of camp, strolling in the early morning light that bled through trees and blanketed the camp’s luscious grass, plants. 

He paused when he noticed one of the newer faces by the bonfire. Viorel murmured a soft command to Sorin and the shepherd stalked forward, closing in on the stranger. “Food’s that way,” he spoke up, jutting his chin towards the banquet hall. “Unless you’re one to stare at a fire and expect it to feed you.”

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