Stone Circle i’ve never needed to pick locks — i was always invited in!

BIG EYES

The early morning was pale and irony with post-showers; some drabby blue starkly contrasted by the mountainous clouds that blushed gold and tangerine. The heavens had decided, it seems, that the sun slept in for a bit, and so said clouds would be the bringers of light this morn.

Before Drageda, came Aure’s voice in her twin’s mind, I spent some time with Easthollow. And before being guided through the mountains — by the Wintersbane, who Vonn wouldn’t never not sigh over — Easthollow had been fair-made, and though protectful, in her voice, hadn’t coddled me from Rakk’s hunger.

Her words were recent, Vonn ascertains, and he knew in full how much she longed to visit Easthollow once more. But for the past few days, Aure had sequestered herself in solitude at her thicket, and had chosen not to speak of whatever she had stumbled through this time.

So Vonn had not coaxed her, and went in her stead — he had faith his sister would open up to him on whatever it was. He hoped.

While he lingered primly at the edges of Easthollow’s border, wandering amongst his own thoughts — the sun itself decided to peep from its billowing covers of cloud. The bright eye of it squinted at him, burnished and buttercup and honey.

Vonn soon averted his argent gaze, despite the awash of morning and how it elicited tentive birdsong. It would do him no good to be blinded before he saw this marvel, this @Greyback, who Aurëwen spoke so highly of.