Falls of the Hinterlands rhaeadr

Redhawks. He mouths the name to himself, trying to commit it to memory. It is something he will have to ask Charon or Amekaze about, when he returns. If they had warred together once before, they could war together in the future. Was the enemy still out there, somewhere? His mouth quirks, suddenly troubled, before he notices her obvious discomfort.

"Are you all right, miss?" Llewellyn asks, watching her face fall before she steps into the water to bathe. A crimson cloud billows around her; she is a lady of fire and blood, and he stares at her for a long, quiet moment, riveted. There is something undoubtedly alluring about her, this timidity within strength. He wants to explore it further.

"I did not mean to snap," he says softly, wondering if he could have caused this change in attitude. "I came after the war, too. I did not know of its existence until now."

How long had it lasted? How many had died?