Slow going

JP with Lorem anr Winteroak

Ekero's farm

While Ekero was busy with the preparations to host his guests he noticed Tarmen about to leave to return to the main part of the settlement to buy some supplies. Calling the man over he asked if he could buy some goods for himself. He did want to catch up with the man from Kru'll later. He wanted to learn more about their travels and if he had a chance to use his peppers bombs in combat.

Gonyaul was not himself, this was objectively true. To his friends, that knew him the most, he was far from what they remembered prior to that dreadful night in the Holy City. Yet even strangers could tell something was amiss.

Was the young man was broken though? He had been through trauma multiple times before and if they recollected, always seemed to have this unearthly ability to resiliently bounce back from hardship and revert back to a state of joy and childlike wonderment.

Perhaps he wasn’t broken, but dormant. Like blades of grass that turn brown. They aren’t dead, but just waiting for the time to thrive again. Or like those animals that in seasons of scarcity adapt by going into hibernation until they have been restored.

One thing was certain though, it was a sad sight to see a Vaux disengaging with the beauty of life...