Featuring Rogue and Amadán
Reptar Mentions of Floki
Autumn, Y765 of the New Age
Most days, he considered silence a blessing. In the deep tunnels, it wasn’t at all hard to find, really. Solitude was not elusive to those who sought it out, and as of late, he’d embraced that wholeheartedly. But for the moment, he wanted nothing to do with it, nor the silence that came with it. He wanted anything but.
Amadán followed his senses to the nearest pool of water as he tried to shake off the remnants of a nightmare that had ripped him from his sleep. His head was still drowsy and his throat was dry. With a shiver, he hoped a quick drink would not only soothe his throat but his mind as well.
Rogue was at the water's edge talking to a now two year old Grulla colored colt with red glowing paint. She was