Shen sat there in the gazebo, listening to faint footsteps echoing toward him.
Feyr Strider approached with a dignified posture and well-fitted martial attire. On his right side, a sword was fastened to his waist—the faithful companion that rarely left his side.
As Shen's father drew nearer, he pondered various possibilities, words, and ways to broach the subject—anything that wouldn't displease Feyr Strider.
Finally, just before Shen could decide what to do, he heard his father say, "This is a rare sight for me."
"To see my son with a conflicted expression, doubts in his mannerisms, and involuntarily conveying an air of uncertainty."
Feyr continued to approach, eventually stopping in front of Shen's gazebo. In front of him lay the bed of Dreamblade flowers.
Although Feyr Strider could have ascended one of the side stairs to get closer to Shen, he chose to remain there, admiring the gray blossoms before continuing.
