The Sunspire There is no end. There is no beginning. There is only the passion of life.
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he explains himself at her prompting, and her gaze flickers briefly to the rocks and trees behind her. with none other in sight, she decides to continue the conversation rather than wait here dully until Rannoch, Terance of Wraen appear. she dipped her head in the slightest, offering her own moniker easily.  "cassiopeia." 

she gestures back at the peak smoothly.  "this is the sunspire. Rannoch leads it, along with his betas, Terance and Wraen." it is made clear now that she is in no place to accept him within their borders, but she forges ahead. "what skills, trades, do you have to offer?" she echoes back. she'd rather not suppliant him with what they need; she knows some would merely jump at the information and suddenly become all that they needed to fill the gaps.
That is not dead which can eternal lie. 
And with strange aeons even death may die.