Egfor sighs and opens his eyes. He could not fall asleep. He rolls out of bed and mindlessly pulled on his clothes to go take a walk. He hesitates just outside the bedroom and turns to the pantry, grasping a bottle of brandy before he tosses on his cloak and shuffles outside. He aimlessly walked till he made it to His Grove. He dubbed this place as his sacred and special place. It had a giant smooth, flat boulder in the center with a massive oak tree beside it.
He walked into the grove and towards the tree. No one's footprints graced the snow except his own. He pressed his back to the tree and slid down to sit in the snow. He sighs and opens the bottle, mindlessly drinking as he looked around.
Why isn't he happy with me? I did something to cause this. I know he says otherwise, but maybe he's trying to convince us both. He does not understand that it is not just his emotions, but our emotions. I can feel them all, even without the rings. Lucky bastard. Only way is to break the bond...
Egfor's mind raced and turmoiled as he drank. The more he drank, the more muddled his thoughts became till the quieted. He sighs in relief, but kept on drinking still. He swayed where he sat, his head lolling and he finally finished the bottle.
Maybe if I sleep here, I shant wake up, or I wake up and this is all over...
He slumps over sideways into the snow, passing out, bottle clutched in his hand. The snow falling lazily from the sky falls over his cooling form, clothes and hair freezing to the ground from the mist of his shallow breath.
