A chance run in with an old friend
Every now and then, a moment comes that will shock you, surprise you, or shake you to the very core.
Hearing the voice of your oldest, closest, and best friend on the gweth, a voice you’d not heard in nigh 20 years…can be one of those times.
Cold sweat. Shivers. Shakes. Dry mouth. The complete, utter inability to speak. I think it all happened within a blink of an eye. But once I replied, things seemed…normal, again. Like he’d never gone on that trek to ‘find himself’ in the Himinelder Shell.
Apparently, he found himself. Or, someone found him.