T A L O N
Arthel’s powers of perception made Talon curious. Just what could this man see? Where had he come from? What was his connection to the forces at place? It made Talon both cautious and at the same time interested in finding out more. His comment regarding Aoren made him blink. Talon knew of his bondmate’s past. He knew some of the burdens that the man still carried. At times, it was difficult to get his partner to speak openly about the life he had lived prior to coming to Kalzasi. Nevertheless, Talon still loved him and accepted that it was a dark time that his lover was determined to put behind him.
Despite the depth of their bond, there were still aspects of himself that Aoren still wrestled with. There were nights when he would find Aoren shivering, gripped by a nightmare. During those times, Talon would simply reach out through the Bond and push the terrors away, guiding his partner back to a restful slumber. They never spoke about his partner’s nightmares. During those nights, Aoren simply clung to him tightly. The next morning, he would wait for Aoren to speak but the man never did. Talon just wished he would share those burdens with him, just as Talon shared his own. He could only hope that in time, he would.
He nodded his head. He would set out to the Circle of Wandering as soon as his work was finished.
Talon stared at the hand for a moment, not knowing what to expect. He had acted on faith thus far, he supposed he would take it another step further. Reaching out he grasped the old man’s hand in a gentle grip and waited.
