A chance run in with an old friend

Every now and then, a moment comes that will shock you, surprise you, or shake you to the very core.

 

Hearing the voice of your oldest, closest, and best friend on the gweth, a voice you’d not heard in nigh 20 years…can be one of those times.

 

Cold sweat.  Shivers.  Shakes.  Dry mouth.  The complete, utter inability to speak.  I think it all happened within a blink of an eye.  But once I replied, things seemed…normal, again.  Like he’d never gone on that trek to ‘find himself’ in the Himinelder Shell.

Apparently, he found himself.  Or, someone found him.