Whitefish River name of the game

Just as she intended, Isilmë's own despondency went unnoticed by Dragomir, who returned her smile with a soft one of his own. It was easier to smile these days. He didn't feel so locked inside his mind except after a panic attack, and those were becoming less prevalent. He looked longingly back to the rabbit and could hardly stop himself wanting to pounce upon it when Vercingetorix offered it ... except that he couldn't physically do it, and that gave him enough time to think and ask, in quiet Trigedasleng, What about you?

When the rabbit was divided out, in halves or thirds depending if Vercingetorix would accept any or not, the father launched into the story of their history. Some small snatches of this were known to Dragomir, like how Verx got his scar, but the extra details were committed to memory. It was good to know the name of the deceased commander and the name of his father's assailant. It was good to know their decision to leave Drageda was for the safety of their kids, even if they had failed in other ways to provide a stable foundation since then.

A few questions crawled to the front of his mind throughout the course of Vercingetorix's tale, but he waited until the end to voice them. If you left because it was dangerous, why did you want to go back? and Why are you a traitor? That's stupid. Though it was much the same as what Stigmata had decreed when Aurëwen challenged him and lost. They were traitors. Or she was, specifically.

But that trickled down to the rest of them, too. Were they also natrona? They couldn't be; they had not run from anything. They had never been kru to begin with. Yet he wondered what these Dragedans might do to he or Isi if ever they crossed paths.