Dragoncrest Cliffs you love in a time of children marching in boots fashioned for soldiers ages apart

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He is unaccustomed to the woods, its trees, its inner workings; the coast was a much broader, open space to work with than the territory he was now chained to. But the commander, Heda as he now knows, his had little to do with him since his arrival, which much helped loosen the feeling of confinement associated with the woman and her land. Perhaps it was the weeks of mindless and unrestrained traveling alongside the mute woman and his sister that imbeded itself within his desires that renders him unable to sit still. He is already on the move when the woman finally comes to call, and almost decides to keep on moving when she approaches. But he does not, for despite his impulses, he is not an idiot. Instead, head lowered does he approach, padding forth softly but with caution. He is still a stranger, and he very well knows that his presence is expendable to her. The idea that he is not only at the bottom of the food chain but the commander's personal thrall does not help his case; he must tread very lightly in the next few days if he is to live.

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