Wapun Meadow no gale can down this ship

cadeau seemed nervous by ingram's bluntness. he could not say he blamed her. stigmata was an empirical man, and a terrifying one -- anyone in their right senses would at least be intimidated by the sandraudiga. that was not to say the beast was heartless; he had let blodreina and aure in when they had both been on the cusp of bearing pups -- and later, he and mahler had seen fit to let in a tired straggler: him.

he smiled reassuringly, feeling guilty for his hand in painting the basilisk in a bad light. "take your time. the more the merrier... i mean, it's not all bad - he let me in so he can't be too bad, right?" the eyjolfur winked roguishly, hoping he might assay some of the nervousness he had seen moments prior.