Honeyed Pasture king forever, ceasing never

He followed the heading her nose pointed in, and relaxed considerably already when he could swing his legs along too. He liked the sound of her title, he realized with a satisfied look at the proud wave her tail gave. All noted, he decided through a low, slow nod, and committed such a thing (Akhlut, chiefly) to memory. For later.. if he'd need it, but he was eager to taste the strange word for himself. Akhlut.. Awkward in his tone, but delicately enough, he handled it halfway. I've never heard it before, but I've never been on an island either.. he mentioned, only barely knowing of the concept thanks to his father's teachings of the seashore.

Yeah, a mountain called Moonspear. he gestured to the horizon it loomed upon, distantly enough and quite a walk from where he guessed her island was. The tallest peak, he added. He could not boast any rank quite like hers, besides maybe some prince and some warrior to the cause that was his parents and their peak, but it didn't seem to occur to him; he was comfortable, more so here and now, and he tried to watch her, and the lands, as much as he could together.