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Cam nodded absently, too many things going through his head to get them properly sorted. He sighed, removed his ankles from the log and rolled onto his side long enough to sit up. Pulling his knees up, he curled into them until his chest touched the denim. Gentle stretch.
“They can be verra sneaky, but if ye dinna see anywoon, then chances are they hae no' made a visit.” Maybe the Fey wouldn't come, though he understood from his father and grandfather - and writings in the Steward journal - that either the individuals directly involved with the Clans in this endeavor to save the world from the Darkness or a relation to them would make an appearance once the new sénéchal had completed the bonding ritual with the designated sword.
Sometimes they attended the funeral for the previous bearer. Cam didn't know if any had been there for his father's or not. He had other things on his mind at the time.
“They can be verra sneaky, but if ye dinna see anywoon, then chances are they hae no' made a visit.” Maybe the Fey wouldn't come, though he understood from his father and grandfather - and writings in the Steward journal - that either the individuals directly involved with the Clans in this endeavor to save the world from the Darkness or a relation to them would make an appearance once the new sénéchal had completed the bonding ritual with the designated sword.
Sometimes they attended the funeral for the previous bearer. Cam didn't know if any had been there for his father's or not. He had other things on his mind at the time.