#subtleblow

Seeing Voris again left a mixed feeling in his chest. Viorel eyed the man as he walked with his lil menagerie to Pali. That ‘little menagerie’ being his latest ‘daughter’, Estera, and his hummingbird, Galen. He saw Sorin at Voris’ side once he got to the bottom of Pali’s steps. While the dog had spent some time with him in the infirmary, he wasn’t in such a state to keep him around no matter how much he fought the therapeutae. 

New faces seemed to be the norm, as of late, and Viorel wondered when some of the older will leave. It’s an ebb and flow as any, life and death, or the emergence and disappearance of ‘heroes’. Most of them were heroes; some, like himself, weren’t. He walked with Sorin along the outermost part of camp, strolling in the early morning light that bled through trees and blanketed the camp’s luscious grass, plants.