Arrow Lake To measure the meaning can make you delay

The herald sounded like summerstide when it peaked through the alpine realm — like the ebb of waves heard through a conch. Regardless of how stubborn she regarded her ranking, it only made sense that it helped her breathe, and so the silver herbalist hastened through the foothills to give audience.

...But it seemed that belea had already done so in her stead.

“She is not wrong, you know,” was what Aure trilled, just in time to hear her daughter’s brandishing threat. Thin tail cascading above boney hips, the fawn-boned Pionier trotted on over, argent eyes situating on the male lingering before them. With a look of Watch and learn, hainofi, Aurëwen wisped to him, still simpering, “What brings you to Diaspora, today?”