Once more he emerges from his tent into the forest glade. He sighs and smiles to himself, the camp is gone.
Finally, he is alone with the trees.
He is still lost in the Weave, but this woodland glade reminds him of another time, and another glade. One he'd often visit in the Warp, a home of sorts. Or at least a place that reminded him of a time before the conflict.
He sits on the trunk of a felled tree, enjoying the feel of sunlight on skin.
A voice behind him speaks “Finally, Corvus, you're finding your way.”
