1 Work in Tristhad Week 2016
Galahad stood maybe a stone’s throw from the camp, clad only in his tunic. He was facing outward towards the rising sun, and Tristan wondered how deep he was in the sight even as he approached.
When Tristan was an arm’s length away, Galahad turned of his own volition and whispered as if in prayer,
“You were supposed to leave.”