Marketplace

I knew Zyevael, and I knew Druthro - two beings who crossed my path more than once, though never long enough or close enough that I could say I knew them deeply. Not the bone-knowing that comes from years spent in each other's company. The other kind: the way you know someone when your paths cross more than once and each time they leave a mark that doesn't fade. I don't fully know what Zyevael was to the others around me, only what they were when we met - something steady, a presence that wasn't loud or demanding but was simply there. When they moved through a space, you felt it. The world got a little smaller after we met, the way it does when someone becomes real to you, becomes someone whose absence will mean something.