Dragoncrest Cliffs my tree house is on fire

She didn't respond at first, in any manner. No word, not even a motion to indicate an answer. But his own admissions - that this coast was unsafe - she did hear, and made sure to take note. When he introduced himself, she looked him over again. The name suited him, being boorish and foreign, sounding heavy in the air after it was spoken - like him. He seemed like a rugged, hardy individual. And if these shores were his home - if he knew them that well - he was not a recruit, but a wanderer. Perhaps a scout from further ahead.

Octavia, she murmured flatly, and then fell quiet again - almost like she'd forgotten they were having a conversation. To be fair, there were many other things on her mind and so this meeting, serendipitous as it was, meant nothing to her. He was passive enough not to frighten her in to fleeing, but even if he was more of a brute, Tavi would probably take whatever he dished out; she was in no mood to fight or fly. She was still very much overwhelmed, and had no idea what to say - or do - next.

In the end, with silence dominating the space between them, she chose to break it.

It is quiet here. Aside from the call of the distant gulls, and the strange thrum of the sea against the cliff. And very open. Very different from... Absent-minded as she was in her current frame of mind, Tavi didn't finish the sentence, but rather looked behind her at the direction she had come. There were forests darkening the horizon, and the indication of far-away mountains. She pushed a sigh through her nose, and her head dropped, allowing her to study the sand at her feet. Out of nowhere, she blurted: I'm pregnant. As if he cared - but she was saying it more for herself than anything; and the words hitched in her throat.