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Aug 16, 2019 23:19:21 GMT
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Post by donar on Aug 15, 2019 16:28:00 GMT
Covered in blood and still awake and full of energy from the battle, Donar made his way for Agron’s tent. Finding the man alone and looking miserable, he did not need to ask the cause. The sorrow and grief of the loss of his brother was easier to bear now but still keenly felt. Every high of emotion soon crashed low.
It was a pattern that Donar knew well, first the battle won was celebrated and then the absence of dear brother was remembered and it reopened the old wounds for Agron. It did not happen so often now but, still, the old demons could creep in.
Kneeling before the seated man, he gripped the back of Agron’s neck and pressed his forehead to the other man’s. “If it was possible to carry another man’s pain and sorrow for him, I would do so for you.” He told Agron, meaning the words with every fibre of his being.
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