Fairspell Meadow November skies

She didn't know anything about Ankyra Sound, although the name itself inferred a coastal locale. Wildfire wondered what had drawn Tevinter there and why he had left Moonspear without so much as a goodbye. But now was really not the time for catching up on gossip. If they wanted to reconvene at a better time, at least she knew where he lived. And she could let him know where to find her too, although she hesitated, wondering if he would tell Floki. Did they still talk? Would Tevinter fill in his twin if they did? And did she care?

"Well," she said, once more raising her voice to be heard (just barely) over the droning, "I'd love to stay here and catch up with you but we'd better get a move on." Wildfire glanced at Gavriel, who nodded almost imperceptibly. "I'm living at Sleeping Dragon now, by the way," she decided to share after all. "It's pretty far to the northeast. If you're ever in the neighborhood, feel free to drop by or something." The yearling rolled a shoulder. As much as his resemblance to Floki left her mouth dry—and as complicated as the brothers' relationship was—she had always liked Tevinter well enough.

"Take care, Tevinter, and be safe," were her words of parting before she motioned for Gavriel to ford the river of locusts in the general direction of Redhawk Caldera.