Dragoncrest Cliffs heavy is the crown and yet she wears it as if it were light as a feather

“Fos Goufa,” Eske murmurs in return. It has been a long time since Drageda’s had a Fos Goufa — long enough that Eske barely remembers the one she may or may not have attempted to make friends with. Thus far, this Fos Goufa has stayed around but Eske is a bit skeptical due to her last experience. It’s not fair to shove that on Atajar but Eske has worried over Drageda’s future a few times: a worry that had been brought close to home when Thuringwethil had fallen very ill. It is easy for Eske to think that Heda will live forever — she’s immortal in the Wanlida’s eyes — but Eske is no child and knows that all things must return to dust, eventually. “We have not been properly introduced,” Eske draws in a breath and offers the pale woman a soft smile. An attempt at friendship. “I am Eske.” Of course the other woman already knew her title and there is rarely a time when Eske wishes to be disassociated from her title but it strikes her as polite to officially offer her name even if the Fos Goufa already knows it. Eske’s never been much of a conversationalist and her attempts to make friends is well…it’s something of a newer concept to her. She thinks she's improving and even if she is it's a slow progression for her.

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