Sawtooth Spire a river turned to blood

quellcrist was gone; noted in a way that could only be duly. there was a part of wintersbane that wanted to go search for her and a part of him that wanted to stay here; that was bound by duty and the knowledge she was an adult now. this wasn't the first time their paths had veered off. split. she was a woman capable of making her own choices and sagtannet needed him ...and he had vowed to the young astraeus — not that he was sure if the boy could hear or understand him — that he would take care of him. the morning is overcast; the stones slick with the recent spring shower that had passed them over the night. wintersbane watches his steps as he patrols; mindful of the treacherous fall that leers up at him like the grin of a titan.