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"Why say this to me now?" Reynard asked.

"Just so that you'd hear." Kwyn began reaching into the bag of vegetables for suitable items for the stew.

"Honesty is less of an attribute then you think sister." Reynard turned his attention to the jug if wine beside him.

The clearing fell to silence save for the crackling of the fire and the sound of Kwyn's knife chopping vegetables. Sparks rose from the fire into the night, trails of light the flew through Perun's vision and then winked out. Perun was lost in thought the years he spent as the last remaining watcher were painful. But so much time had passed he only knew that they were painful because he continued to tell himself that, he no longer knew what the feeling was like. A thousand years is a long time to carry this burden. He knew that when one thought of things using thousands of years as the measuring stick their edges tended to blur and their shapes would become fuzzy. What was once sharp and distinct would become a blurry shadow only a suggestion of what once was.