Dragoncrest Cliffs Every single one's got a story to tell

He listened quietly as Helix explained that Drageda was somewhat different than back home. Most of the differences sounded like they might make life easier, but the outsiders made him nervous and with good reason. East knew it was important to have numbers during the winter months, so he wouldn't fault them for reaching out to strangers, but he would most likely be avoiding them when not keeping an eye on them. Well, it seems I have come at the right time, then, he replied. They would need able warriors to help protect the borders and keep an eye on things. He welcomed the distraction.

Blixen was the acting commander. East quickly committed the name to memory. When his mom said she was Heda's daughter, he nodded. It was considered Taboo by some back home for her to have a mate and offspring, but he never really cared that much about it. Helix's next words made him wince and release a dejected sigh. He almost couldn't stand the sadness that crossed her face. Mom, I don't want that. I'm angry and hurt, but you're still my family, he answered quietly, unable to look at her while he said it. It didn't mean he forgave her, but he didn't want her to think he wished she wasn't his mother because that couldn't be further from the truth.