Northstar Vale quälen

This ache within her ribs was not, she thinks, from where she now rouses;
cradled to slumber within the red and knotted arms of the upset trunk of a behemothic sequoia; the hollow of which made glimmering by some petrified masterpiece that the faerie queene has not now the will within her of studying its chorographies; of wondering how-ever she has first chanced upon a venue such as this. But in the haze of Cantatis' healing hurts and those she deigned not address, the elf had so dubbed the felled colossus Crownseat, and had let herself hang heavy amongst the furled and mosaic roots.

The euphoria of these eves;
they have left her worn and wistful in a way that is undeniably vexatious. An unsettlement;
Undómiel ushers the remnants of the golem's cruelness from her mem'ry with some long-suffering and somnolent press of lashes to cheek. He cannot reach her here.

And it should not be such a nuisance! Had she not flown her very people here for the promise of the filling of their empty bellies, come spring? For this, and for nothing more? To be far and from what-ever queensdevilry had seen fit to force them from that first Weald?

The stonewalled Andraste rose, spires of shoulders shivering with restlessness; and it was with faded features that she began to pick her way down root by root, step by step; half-staggering;
praying that all of this has come from the wellspring of her sullenness which wakefulness so inspires.