Like a river

ROSCORRO you and atlas are one and the same, my dear "It is a pleasure to meet you, Rowan." He rumbled, his chin resting on the log. Ears perked forward he gave another smile, ears perked forward. She asked more questions. Good, that meant a bridge of trust could be built further. "Her name is Gwyn." He replied. "I found her lost in a forest not much different than this one." His gaze looked around him without moving his head from its perch. "This place is called the Rift. The forest is known as the portal where people come from other worlds." He explained. "Did you come from another world Little Dove?" He was curious to know if she came from another place. "Did your mother come here with you?" He hoped that the Rift had not taken her and not her mother. The poor thing had been through a lot. He would hate to think that she was alone in this world. Tail flicking in the leaves, stirring them like the wind. "Talk." cursed to hold a weight you can't bear and still standing not because you can — but because you have to

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