Noctisardor Bypass i will destroy

Not Sakh—
and whether such is kith or some manner of material that this male seems to be rooting about for, the fée does not know. At the present, she remains where she currently rests; and even when the ruddy she-strider commands of her  (both?)  of something-or-other as to stopping. Younger than, it seems, the two ivorykept souls and yet the sticken only studies the sharp and contrasted pair with nothing short of muted curiosity;
yet without her crowning within the gemvale, she herself is all but another mere wanderer, and it is not anything laborious to meander back into such a role; one that might always remain half-shrugged upon thin shoulders. For now, all she may offer is a reticent dip of shorn brow and a murmuring of:

"Andraste."
Not a Sakh, at all.