Dragoncrest Cliffs one gonna heal my body, another gonna heal my pain

Donnelaith. The word seemed so foreign to him, yet in some way it had implicable meaning. He reformed the word silently in his mouth; when Muses motioned to the trees his eyes followed, trailing along the gnarled oaks with their fragile and bare limbs.

Donnelaith. It wasn't home, but could it be? Ingram's expression was somewhat hopeful, though he tried to shield it from his kind companion by gruffly nodding. "Okay." Of course he would come; he would pretend it was because he had no choice, but deep down it was because the boy had grown quite attached to Muses.

She would never hear it from him, though.