Willy

[tempting_the_fates]

Nyx watched Hex go, waiting a beat before turning and headed back towards the remains of what had once been a village.

He wandered quietly at first, poking around in the remains of buildings, and inspecting things he found discarded. There was a sadness here. Something broken. Lost. He could taste it in the air, like chalk and dust.

"Are you still here?" he called out. "You must be, I feel eyes on me. Come out. Come speak."

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[willysilver]

The wind shook the leaves and made the grass sway, and for a long moment that was the only movement.

And then Willy stepped out from a ruined cottage.

"Why have you come back?" he asked curiously.