Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160903233916/@comment-28358106-20160906012324

Ibrahim looks around, disbelieving. "That's...that looks like...Eredil Peak, over there.  That mountain.  That means..."

The group crests the hill. Looking down across the valley, its waters sparkling like silver, is a small, familiar looking artesian lake. On its far shore, with cobbled paths leading through bright gardens and sun splashed trees, the smell of honeysuckle on the wind and fiery maple leaves drifting by...

It's the Estate.

In the distance, on the near shore, a blanket is spread out on the grass. Several chairs and a small table are laid out under a tree. A woman fusses with things on the table. And, in the grass, shouting and wrestling with each other, there are familiar forms...

...A dark gray minotaur...

...wrestles with a copper-colored Apophis...

...while a Raptor Harpy wheels in the air, laughing at them...

...and a young Demon helps her mother at the table...

Ibrahim breathes in and out deeply, his breath wavering. He says nothing for a moment, but then turns suddenly to Cire. He places both hands on Cire's shoulders and, suddenly, embraces him briefly before pushing back.

"Los...you need to get home.  Get home, my friend.  And...thank you.  Thank you for everything.  I promise I will be there to help as soon as I...as soon as I am able."

He turns back to the sight, placing a hand over his mouth.