Whitefish River ashes, ashes, we all fall down

“Hm?” The bear wakens, tilting his head to the side in curiosity. His heart hammers in his chest, wondering if trouble is afoot. With recent happens in Kaistleoki, Eve is on-guard—barriers up. Alas, the mention of Sunny and Elysium relaxes him slightly.

“Ira and I traveled to Elysium awhile back, there had been a tragedy there… Sunny greeted us. Both Ira and I wish to have good relations between Elysium and Kaistleoki, so I would not be against nurturing one…” Eve shifts his mismatched gaze in thought. “Allies must be close though, and before we agree to such relations, I want a true relationship to be born out of it… Do you have any suggestions?”