Seaside Moors the sky is so tragically beautiful

kvasir, though never willingly asked for the information — always more interested in potema's origins and faith and culture — knew that his father expected him to learn how to fight. as he and his father before him. it wasn't an option. the silencer takes no offense to her assumption, correct as it was either way. he could patrol borders — it might give him the opportunity to scout for plants on the down low ...so long as, understandably, it did not conflict with actual patrols. unwelcome, he was good at ...if not intimidation. i understand. he murmurs to the leader in acknowledgment; ears cupping forth as she asks what else he could bring to them.

i'm a naturalist. plants are my specialty. ironic that someone so obsessed with poisons and how they become plagues of pestilence and death likes the challenge of nurturing them to life.