It was a pleasant day in the spring of Coran's sixteenth year when Julius passed away. Him and Coran had been relaxing under a tree, having a soft, meaningless conversation. They spoke of far-off lands, across the sea. Of people who could turn into brilliant animals. Books older than time itself. A lull in the conversation, and Coran looked over at Julius. The old Sage had his eyes closed, and Coran's next words were barely above a whisper.
"Thank you."
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In which the inevitable happens.
They're really happy for the years they got to spend with him, despite barely being an adult in those times.
In a few minutes: Coran makes a surprising new acquaintance.