#thecatalystx

[thewhiteprophct]

fitz (too bad fitz doesn't know how to play)

"fitz.....who?"

[thewhiteprophct]

knock, knock

"........who's there?" - @thecatalystx

[aithynne]

The smoke was acrid to still heightened senses. Chair under him too hard in all the wrong places that forced his current paltry state to the forefront of his mind. Whatever laws or magic he’d broken in parting with the dragon had seen fit to spit him back out as he’d left only with a mostly greater sense of self. Aching and aged in ways not even his father had been before his death. Shrewd himself would likely be hard pressed to recognize his own son. How sorely Verity missed that greater form, fleeting as its life would be compared to a mortal’s. He idly wondered if it was too late to Skill more years into bones as old coteries had.

His cup was made by a local potter from clay dug out not too far from where he could recall a river cut through prime stag hunting grounds. Fitz looked both exactly as he remembered and like a stranger. The sense of him was right, the Skill Verity again had to consciously rein in recognized blood without doubt. Perhaps he was a bit older. It might have been mere weeks or years since they’d seen each other. But Verity had been more surprised not to reunite at Buckkeep. There was a reason for that, he knew, but it must have been told when he’d already begun unraveling. Most between sending his guard out of the mountains and winding up in warm unfamiliar room was muzzy. Like the snatches of memories from being drunk.

He’d not been brave enough yet to ask or admit that snare. It could hardly be anything good keeping nephew from the place they’d fought so hard to defend. “No.” The word rumbled from a deeper place than chest, first spoken aloud since he’d took to the sky. “Vulnerability…yes. You have a content life here. I understand why you would want to keep it and not disturb the past.” A sip just to wet his lips and gather wandering thoughts. It tasted bland in comparison to copper blood on sharp teeth. “It’s your decision, of course. I don’t want to upset things by being here but I worry I am not-” he smiled wryly and shook his head. “I miss the sky and death too much for other company.”

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Brittany Mathers is the self-proclaimed number one Walking Dead Fan. She owns every comic, DVD, and game. 

She religiously tunes into every new episode on AMC. But she could never imagine what it would really be like to live in the world of the walking dead... until now.