Morning came too early and too cold. Hunter woke to frost patterns on his window.
He pulled himself from bed, joints protesting yesterday's mental exhaustion. The sect investigation had drained him. Like surviving execution left invisible scars that ached in cold weather.
Very hangover energy. Except instead of alcohol it was existential terror. And instead of bad decisions at a bar it was bad decisions involving highway robbery and mysterious master cover stories.
The jade token hung around his neck on leather cord. Heavy. Permanent. Reminder that legitimacy came with chains attached.
[LUNA] GOOD MORNING! (◕‿◕✿)
[LUNA] TIME FOR CULTIVATION PRACTICE ♥
"Too early for enthusiasm."
[LUNA] ENTHUSIASM IS ALWAYS APPROPRIATE
[LUNA] IT'S BASICALLY MY DEFAULT SETTING ♪(´▽｀)
Time to do what he did every morning now. What Han had taught them five weeks ago when they'd started this journey toward the waystation. Actually cultivate properly instead of just existing with power.
