Sunset Valley these wild hearts run

Hm, she wondered immediately. As for southeast, her own mappings were poor. Aure and the others had headed off that way, but this was the vaguest relation the yearling could muster--and it didn't really do her anything here.

Originally cliffs by the sea, west a bit, the Drakru arced her snout in a gesture towards Dragoncrest's rough heading, although it was past the mountain, the tangled woods, and then there, lined with such imposing redwoods that she knew she would never forget, was the lands of her birth. She still felt homesick thinking about it, and how empty it must be, probably trailed with Rusalkan stench by now. For now I'm staying in a grotto just south with my brother and a few others. Maybe calling them a few was an overstatement, but one-eyed-guy probably didn't need to know that just yet. To stay secure, and train.. she did go on to detail, and watched him as she said so--because were they a threat to anyone of his sorts? Maybe in the right kinds of light but honestly, Opalia knew they were a small blip on the radar to anyone except those who threatened the cliffs. Or, there was always the chance he'd think that was odd.. in which case, the golden gona had little more to say to him.

She shifted her weight but kept a guarded alertness on very well as she focused on him so very carefully--unsure still what she thought about him, honestly, and meeting strangers was something she was still establishing her skills on. So what are you doing out here? I'm Opalia, she said.