Dragoncrest Cliffs one more moment of this silence

Tirgatao's arrival was met with a glance first, and a low greeting rumble second to let his gratitude be known. Her company was familiar, easy, and far more steadfast than most as his ears turned sadly to her truths.

Festering. Truly, he breathed with a mighty sigh and shake to his head. With the grimace her words inspired, it was getting hard to hide. Not at all what it deserves, he spoke on. Not the cliffs and not any of them, but a downward spiral had begun moons ago it seemed. These constant currents that both multiplied and persisted didn't help and now, they were crumbling from the inside out without Antumbra as their Heda and strife continuing. He wanted to brush it aside that they had grown spoiled and then complacent, evidently, in her graces and in the peace, but this was becoming a bad luck far proceeding anything resembling her final days, and never had their hearts been able to find real tangible peace in months anyway.

Not how I'd imagined, either. But, he gave half a pivot towards her, though the spot on the horizon kept his sights pinned. You think it can be for the best, in the end? They were going to keep to their trend of loss here at this rate. A few scarce pillars, some aged and cracking, couldn't hold the weight of them all anymore. They mourned, agonized, over what it had been and should be, then to what effect now? Dio rightfully didn't know what would await them in Trigeda, or wherever else inland it might be. Here, and the volcano before, had been carefully cultivated into his everything.