"Ahh but you are not me. It's why you stopped coming. I feel that you're dancing right now, and I'm not sure why. You attempt to invoke a past that has disappeared and as Cytheria mentioned it's so obvious it's confounding as to why you'd do it?" Perun shrugged. "I don't need an answer from you, and it's probably best that I tend to the scrying mat. While things have been awakened there's no need to make unnecessary noise."
Reynard said looking deep into the flames of the fire. He rubbed his chin for a moment feeling the weeks worth of stubble that was drawing closer and closer to becoming a beard. When did I last wear a beard? Reynard pondered. Queen Eustice of Minth the mad tyrant they would call her in centuries to come, but those that were there knew differently. All the people of Minth worshiped mother Bear giver of life and wed to the river. Mother Bear was just and kind, but her appetites was great. In times of need first-born children were delivered to Mother Bears open mouth. Reynard remembered well the first time he saw the tiny bleached-white bones littering the shoreline.
"Dream ravens." Reynard said without looking at Perun.
Swallowing a curse Perun bent to examine his scrying mat.
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