How long was it possible for one to bear a grudge?
Forever and even a day more–it felt like that.
It was incredibly easy to hold onto rage and anger, to remember only the bad and the terrible and then when its own hold started to wane… to rekindle it again.
Cervus of the Veil Forest lived most of his life trapped in the mists.
It coalesced around him and choked him, it reminded him everyday of what he had lost.
Of what was taken away from him.
Something like this would have been enough fuel to burn down the entire forest and consume his very soul.
But sometimes you did get weary.
And it was impossible for anyone to always have a terrible day.
Sometimes, a certain child would visit and bring him flowers.
At another occasion, someone would talk his ear off.
It was not always dreadful, terrible and gray as much as he wanted things to be.
"Heart of the Forest–" Cervus started and then glanced back towards where Ursa and the rest stood.
His heart thumped for a moment.