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Reynard was to his left watching Cytheria and Kwyn prepare dinner in between pulls from the wine jug. The red wine had left flaky stains on Reynard's lips that the scrubbed off with his sleeve every so often. Perun thought about his brother trying to remember the feelings that he had felt for Reynard, for any of them. A thousand years condensed in to this right now. Things they still refused to talk about although tonight had brought with it a surprising amount of admissions.

Perun sighed and felt his age, it wasn't in his bones but he could feel it in his soul. He had more to do, he knew that, it was what had brought them together. They had come because they knew that it was needed. Promises had been made and promises had been broken, but this was more then that. An age ago they had come together, tracing the same path that they now followed. An age ago a god had been born and they had imprisoned it. Now it seemed as though a host of gods were awakening from their slumber. Events were occurring and the very veil of life seemed to be lifting. Players were taking the field of battle and they were aligning their armies, resurrecting might from the past. Powers had been loosed and Perun did not know what to expect. He had remained and his eyes were had been his scrying mat. With it he had seen much over the last thousand years. He had watched the ebb and flow of power. But he had missed the threads and now as the forces awoke he desperately needed the other three.