Sunspire Mountains i hope your dreams dry like raisins in the baking sun

She observed how her daughter bit the words out at him; something she was about to remedy when the male did so himself. He corrected the creamed girl of her error — they were definitely not within Diaspora’s claim at this moment. Aure listened with interest, though, and withheld the information of her own rank. Better to be wary, patient.

”Lost Creek? I’ve not had ze pleasure of visiting its lands,” she enquired, hastily following with, “I believe I met one of yours, moons ago — Gannet was ze name. ...Unless my memory is failing me, and Gannet belonged to Swiftcurrent.” An apologetic smile wavered on scarred lips, but the Pionier drew up alongside her babe all the same.

“I am Aurëwen, and this is my Isilmë,” she trilled, argent eyes softened as she nudged at the girl. “We are of Diaspora” — No, not really — “just beyond ze Falls.”