And the rest is rust and stardust

A E D I O N you died screaming, yet the monster who took your place was silent — Luckily for Arithena, the wolf wasn’t looking while she glanced around and began speaking. A smile tugged at the corner of his rugged lips at her words. Yes, she was correct, there was no one better to have run into. He understood this place, knew how it worked, knew the creatures that dwelled within the lands. He could protect those he wished, or simply leave them somewhere where they’d have no choice in safety and he’d let nature run its course. It was powerful, to have that, but also a bit of a burden. Nevertheless, he finally looked to Arithena as she looked upon him. He stood, nearly still as a statue under her gaze, pride and hopefully power slipping from his large body. Then, she spoke again, calling it charming and Aedion couldn’t help the booming laugh that slipped through his dark lips. “That’s one way to put it, girl.” He admitted with another chuckle. But then she continued, saying that leaving wasn’t on her mind and Aedion’s fuzzy ears swiveled to her curiously. “Ah, well in that case, welcome home.” He added, turning his broad head back to the pathway as she pondered his options of separate places to go. “Well, if we keep continuing north, we’ll run into the more desert like places. There’s a broken castle area, tar pits, a glowing teal mountain. Quite charming places if you ask me.” He muttered, his voice rolling the word charming off as he struck a grin and glanced her way. He’d help take her anywhere she wished to go, she needed only to tell him. He wouldn’t even stick around if she didn’t want him to. He could just drop her off somewhere and continue on his search, but he found for once it was nice to talk to someone not from here and not from Helovia, and someone that didn’t continue to cry about how they wanted to go home. “I’d suggest the Pinnacle, if you’re looking for a dry and somewhat warm place. I can take you there, though I don’t have to stay. Just tell me when you get tired of me and I can find somewhere else to go.” He said, shifting his weight as he meandered through the trees. "Talk." — you are a weapon; and weapons don't weep.

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@Arithena <3