What is meant to be will always find its way. Tis the mysterious shadows we call Fate.
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Ukko couldnโt remember what had brought him down so late in the night. He couldnโt remember the voice that had risen him from his usual tossing and turning but there he sat, on the steps of his Masterโs shop, looking to the stars for answers.
What had his life been like?
Had he another family besides Asra?
Did he know of another place before this city?
These questions lingered with no answer for so very longโฆ.he barely know who he was. Piece by piece, things about who he was floated by in daily life; How much he loved pumpkin bread and the way he stumbled around making potions or even the wreckless abandon stance he took on throwing himself into situations with little thought, making Asra worry with a fond smile. His new memories were wonderful and he like to think maybe, the past was similar to his present.
The sky offered no answers, just a blissful silence and a wonderful blanket of stars. Perhaps, that was all the answer he needed. Gently, he picks his familiar up in his palm- a gentle sleeping porcupine by the name of Savirti- and brings his hulking figure back into the comfort of the shop; his home. There he lays once more and for the rest of the night, peaceful.
