He was around, certainly, because quotas were being fulfilled and reports of him flitted from here and there; mentions of his long dark cloak and hood, or the flash of his blade as the scythe cut through the sky. There were others with similar weapons, the Queen herself even, but none quite like his. Still, as it had been for months, looking for him was like chasing a ghost.
Luckily for the interested party, there was enough of a rumor mill beginning to turn that drew his attention.
At first, it was a passing note that he was content to ignore as he went about his days. Of course Alkaid was looking for him, he knew that Adamantine had turned to her when she couldn't find him; some things that pesky raven couldn't be bothered to keep it's ugly beak shut about. Dia kept him updated on what happened with the others, for the most part, and he had been working his way back into things slowly but surely.
Some people, he wasn't safe to be around, which was problematic given his preferred choice when it came to company.
Luckily, for Alkaid, despite his long-term banishment to the Rift and general desire not to return to it's folds unless necessary, it drew him in. Someone had passed a message along to the blue-eyed and blonde captain that Alkaid had taken as a rare recruit it said.
Meet me on Monday, at 7. You'll know where to find me.
Labyrinthite understood that like himself, Alkaid had lost the concept of time and dates but also trusted that she would remember where she always seemed to find him - or the raven.
Beneath his skeleton tree, Labyrinthite waited.
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