Private Tales Homecoming

A private roleplay only for those invited by the first writer
Well, he certainly hadn't been expecting that from his perfect sister. He hesitated with one foot in the stirrup. He could feel his horses eagerness to get going again, be moving, and to be away from the scent of frustration in the small clearing. Wil was too. But his sisters face pained him and with a quiet curse he took his foot out of the stirrup and turned to lean his back against his horse who stomped his foot in irritation.

"It's nothing personal, to either of you," his eyes flickered to Lynus - was that the faintest of memories that tugged at him? - then looked back to Kezzie. "This isn't my home. I don't even remember it. I promise I'll write but I can't... I can't be here. I can't be with them," he all but spat.
 
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