Falls of the Hinterlands the old dream comes again to me

“I understand,” a nod. she was not trespassing, just as she thought; in her mind, this was a win, a win that fed her ego and confidence. As her wet fur draped over her petite frame, she sat, icy gaze locked on wraen.

“Not long, a month or so.” Words ran out of her lips like ice. But it was true statement; aneira was not hailing from these places, her home was far away, the frozen mountains who blessed her with this snow drape over her back.

“I assume firebirds and asterism grove are allies?” perhaps they were, perhaps not. wraen was aware of her kilonova’s name, and due to the fact firebirds was quite close to asterism grove, aneira thought her assumption was, again, correct.