male seven no mate tied to striker cobryn x enigma sibling of tristan & viora

He had been quiet of late, simply gathering his plants and herbs and tending after those that needed it. Solitaire had been going through life in a state of numbed shock, and he needed to shake himself from it. He wandered around near aimlessly in the neutral lands, having forgotten his hollow log where he often put his plants and so forth into to carry a bunch of them back and forth at one time. Today he just didn't feel quite up to it. He would have to return to Glorall soon, but for now, Solitaire was more interested in finding something to take his mind off of recent events.

In some ways it felt as if his life had been flipped upside-down, and he needed to wrap his head around what had been done and the path he had chosen. Solitaire was glad for his rank and all that it meant, yes. He was proud of the fact that he was the Witch of Glorall, the main healer. He had worked for the spot and now he finally had it, would continue to do as he must to keep it. However, he had done something very opposite of healing and that was bad enough without all the reasons behind it and the feelings it had dredged up. Thinking about those losses only made it worse.

And maybe he wasn't done yet. There was little he could do now but wait it out and see what happened, but Solitaire was more interesting in flopping down in a patch of grasses under a clump of trees in the Woodland area. Soft and shady, and just what he needed to rest up with on this warm day. A nap out here could be a good idea, just to pass the time and keep himself from thinking too much on things that made his stomach roll into knots. He would get through this, because he had gotten through so much else, but it might take some time. So much had happened after he'd returned. Time to catch his breath.