[center][h1][color=lightblue]丂刀のW 丂ｱﾑ尺尺のW[/color][/h1][/center]

Snow offered himself for the second shift.  The dead of night and to be honest, he didn't sleep until after his shift.  He tried.  He tried to think back to sleeping on the stone floor at the monastery or in the mud during the war.  Compared to that, sleeping in the wild, buried in his robes, soft grass under his back and head, it might as well be a warm bed.  But he couldn't.  Too much thought on the mind.  Too much to consider.  He had understood where everyone came from and just like him, he didn't mind or care the previous sin.  They were his flock.  Redemption was but a kind word and selfless service away.  He tried to offer the good to them, and if none were in the past they were in the present, the future.  Their health.  Well it was a start.

He spent his watch shift in meditation, breathing excercises.  He did on occasion, go back to the Texts.  The parts he believed in.  The parts of Creation, the Dragons, Lethe, and the Perfected Hierarchy.  He focused on letting go, focused on the here and now.  Cilia, Axley, now Fergus.  He watched them sleep.  He swore he would try to make it right for them.  Safe for them as long as he could.  He muttered the prayers in a sing song voice.  Axley taught him that the world is still beautiful.  Cilia taught him strength despite it all.  Fergus taught him that the most important thing is to find a reason to smile.  They were his reason.

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He had gathered his things.  His walking staff out for the road ahead, and for protection.  The Dragons gave them a peaceful night, and hopefully a peaceful day.  [color=lightblue]"Unconquered Sun, keep shining upon this day."[/color]  The Immaculate Order was not so foolish to not greet the sun and moon.  [color=lightblue]"Dragons watch over us."[/color]  He said in prayer.  He cast a bit of incense into the wind to lay upon the skin of Sextis Jylis, The Dragon of Wood.  He then looked to his group.  [color=lightblue]"Another long day."[/color]  He grinned.  [color=lightblue]"Good thing I remembered some song to make the trip a little-"[/color]  

Fergus raised the alarm,  Snow gripped his staff and prepared to enter into a stance...

A soldier it seemed.  He gave the name and immediately he proved himself among the living.  A great sign.  Even before Axley gave his blessing Snow seemed relieved.  [color=lightblue]"Nice of him to open with his intentions."[/color]  He kept his staff heavy but he was ready to give the man the benefit of the doubt after Axley cleared him.  [color=lightblue]"A former friend is a friend in these times."[/color]he commented ready to take a stand, get close.  Cilia was already looking out for them.  He approached with an open palm to his chest, ready to bow.  [color=lightblue]"Fear not Lord Stormwind, you are among friends he-"[/color]

Snow stopped in his tracks as his eyes narrowed, looking at an odd wound on the mans neck, it brought back memories.  Grisly sights and he had long since know what they meant.  He recoiled, his staff now in both hands.  [color=lightblue]"That- that wound on you neck.  How did you-?"[/color]  He stepped back and entered a defensive posture.  His eyes narrowed and his posture stiff.  [color=lightblue]"I know bites like that.  During the war, we'd find corpses with their blood drained.  The only wound was two teeth marks.  You met the enemy.  You met them and you're still alive?  Why?"[/color]