Ankyra Sound i knew what my witches knew

u know who <3

for all his business in the deep wood of tall red boles and still-emerald boles, with his huntings and visitation of the stubborn one, the druid still found strength and desire within himself to meander down the vast expanse of shore upon the thin whim of her scent, until the fragrance of the thin witch grew stronger and he arrived upon her borders.

she was alone -- that he could infer from the distinct lack of lasting scents, aside from her own, at the border. the glen-man shifted his weight and deposited his small rabbit at his paws. lasher thought that perhaps the priestess who worshipped at the empty altar would tire of her daily sea-flesh, and at last he tipped back his crown and called for her, his voice swelling with hope against the lash of the waves.