Silver Moraine chain hits my chest

Magpie didn't notice the discomfort— if it could be called that— of the other, as she offered a small tidbit of background. The Corvidae had spilled much more on first meetings without a second thought, and shared in return, "I've lived a lot of places, but never near the sea. I grew up hearing stories of sirens, and selkies, and all manner of creatures that could snatch a careless wolf away." She grinned at that, looking at her companion as if she would find the tales amusing, too. Magpie believed in a lot of things, but some stories seemed to fanciful even for her.

When the stranger spoke of the two packs she would find if she continued her course, Magpie's grin didn't fade, "I like the sound of them. A forest risen from ashes? A mountain that harbors a dragon— now that sounds like a perfect mix of danger and adventure." They sounded like places straight out of the tales the Corvidae told, and she felt a pang of nostalgia.