The Sentinels i scramble for the light to change

x@Norah

Southbound, Valyri resides outside the Bay’s arms, over-top instead with the occasion glance down the cliffs.
Yet the main priority of the High Priestess is elsewhere, just a touch out of her realm. It is worrisome to see the scars of what once no doubt consumed day into an everlasting night—trees that burned until nothing but blackened ash lay in their wake.
There are hints of the forest healing, of buds and moss overtaking the old and destroyed. A huff escapes the collie hybrid, as she strides onward through to observe.