Where once the southern border of Blossom Forest was made by Leisure Lake, the magical rearrangement of the lands has laid there instead a vast, uncrossable ocean. The shore differs as you travel along it. Tall mountainous cliffs arise on the western part and at one point, the large river that runs through Blossom Forest opens up at its tributary into a well sheltered cove. As you come more eastward, the towering peaks shorten into rocky foothills. A large section of the shore is inaccessible to most, as Uyaraut has claimed it as their own. But if you skirt around their territory, the hills disappear, swallowed up into the land until it is as flat as the eye can see. The vibrant greens dull into short and dry browns and tans, and the land dries and cracks apart until it melds into The Waste - the desert that forms Blossom Forestís easternmost border.

For those looking to hunt here, there are of course the fish within the ocean, along with crabs, seals and urchins. For on the shore, there are seagulls, herons, and ospreys.

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' I guess it depends on what you view as alright, but I'd rather not focus on that because I associate too much pain with being alright.'

Tiresias nodded, and listened to the sound of the shifting sands-the brute was moving. His sightless emeralds swept up The length of Castiel , not to see him since Tiresias was blind, but to focus on him more fully. Imagine where he was, and how he was standing. But then suddenly, the shifting sands signaled that he had moved closer, and as the kalak exhaled, he realized that his own breath was being bounced back on top of him. The other was only a little bit away from him, perhaps an inch or so. Tiresias cannot remember the last time he had been so close to another-well he could remember it, it was the same route. Only they were not close like this, they had worked together to pull his adoptive mother out of the dangerous tide of the waters. Castiel had asked him to go find a plant of some sort, and Tiresias had stood still in shock, not knowing the name of the plant, where to find it, or how to differentiate it from anything else. That was when the other had discovered that Tiresias was blind. Since then, the rusted boy had worked hard to prove to others that he was not blind at all. After all, if they knew he was, they would be able to take advantage of him, or even worse- kill him. Luckily, the council undoubtably did not know that he was blind. It was the one thing that he could use as armor - if they came to find him, which they had, he could claim to be someone else considering. Dammit, why has he not going with that story? Of course I am not Tiresias, I am blind you idiot!

But the past was in the past, and he could not change it now. If Kijika found him again, he would have to stick with the story he had already made, or else he would be doomed. But to re-join the present, he mulled over the words that Castiel had said. The hidden prince could relate-after all that he had experience so far in his life, losing everyoneÖ He most certainly could relate. While he had falsified his persona to Kijika, he knew he did not have to do the same in this scenario. He had met this wolf before, and no harm had come to him then. Slowly, for he did not want to reach out and stab the other in the eye by mistake, he reached out to gently nuzzle the face of the other in comfort. If Castiel pulled away, Tiresias would withdraw, not wanting to force the issue. "As horribly as it hurts, I was always taught that pain lets you know that you were still alive. Whatever is hurting you is no longer here, and whether it is their absence that hurts, or physical affliction that they caused you, there is likely nothing you can do about it now. If it was the prior, you should focus on the good times-after all, if it was someone who was dear to you, and you were dear to them, they would not want for you to sit in agony and mourning. If it was the latter, you have a few choices. If you scape from them, you can hide or you can seek out revenge. Either may work out for you, either may not. Only the gods know our true path, or rather not the path but the endpoint. How you get there is your choice. If there is anything thatÖ I can do to lessen your pain, I would do it. I may not know you well enough to call you a friend, nor you I, you helped me along time ago, so I wish to return the favor."

Tiresias was unlike most of the other maned wolves. Was he brilliant, manipulative, did he hold their appearance? Of course yes. But he was not cruel or vicious or sadistic. The tall tale he had woven in order to fool Kijika had left a foul taste in his mouth, but he had told it out of necessity to save himself. And I suppose that was the other thing he had in common with his kind-he was a survivalist. But he had no reason to run or hide right now, and so his compassion won out. He cocked his head as the other began to speak againÖ And the whole while it was unbeknownst to him that the others appearance has change so significantly. How would he react if he knew? He had yet to hear about the tempests or the vampiresÖ and he would be hard-pressed to believe all of it, especially since he could not see the proof, the glowing blue eyes, the change in pelt color.

' would it be true that we share a memory along the shore, when I was once lined by a lake rather than this endless ocean? Only I find myself at a loss to recall a name to your familiar gaze and face. Call me Castiel, though I find I might not be so deserving of that name any longer. I am hardly an angel.'

" you are both correct and incorrect with regards to your statement. I will first say that your mind does not fail you-we do in fact share a memory here, and yes, it was when there was a lake and not an ocean. I cannot give you an exclamation to how this immense, unbelievable change has occurred. My best guess is magic, the will of the gods, and even though I know that it is all different, I still find myself hard-pressed to believe it. I did in fact remember your name even though you do not remember mine. Though I should probably not share it with you, due to those who currently are seeking me out to do me harm, you would I believe eventually remember it. My name is Tiresias, and you helped me pull my adoptive mother, Eerie, from the lake when she was unconscious. And now I shall turn my attentions to the part of the statement of yours that is a fallacy, though I do not think that you will believe my words. You were named after an angel, and I think truly you are one. You helped me in my time of need, you saved another. And even now, at a time in my life when I have no others to call friends or family, you have now miraculously appeared with perfect timing. Angels come in many different appearances, and just because you are not perfect does not mean you have become one of the seraphim, the fallen and doomed angels." Tiresias was not naive enough to believe that his words would miraculously make Castiel feel better... but he would rather speak the words and not have it work than to stay silent.

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