Stavanger Bay stars fall from my mouth tears my eyes can't carry

It seemed that his maneuver away was going to be as graceful as it could, himself considered. Silas nodded deeply. "Uh, thanks," he murmured, tipping his muzzle towards Nikai before he turned to lift it in Qilaq's direction again after. Unable to say if they might meet again, he'd at least remember this piece of information, and what he knew about Easthollow should he somehow end up on the other side of the mountains. But, he could make no guarantees when--or even if--that might be yet. "Bye.." he said, and began to lead off on a forepaw. He paused long enough for a last glance over his shoulder at Nikai, still with an apologetic splay about his ears, then was on his way to track down his friend.