Arrow Lake and half a hurricane

sounds good to me!!

renard's own path, in recent days, had taken them all over the sunspires. not that they'd ever been one for such direct conflict, not on their own whim; they had plenty of fun on orders alone, usually. but donovan made many things necessary. the shine of something new to amuse oneself with wore off very quickly when it became this painful to keep watching it unfold.

so they had a task. spying on seelie court, as donovan had finally decided to do something about the threat dangled in front of his nose. renard would have argued the practicality of the assignment – they'd met orlaith before – if the alternative wasn't neverwinter forest, who they were sure would just be thrilled to see them again. no, they wouldn't trust them for a minute, assuming their leader was smarter than donovan, and that was a low bar to clear.

and that left a curious question. what exactly would they offer to the court? surely they'd require some gesture of good faith, and renard had no reason to keep the saints' secrets. and yet, just as little reason to pass them on.

so they followed the trail of the person who might.

praimfaya hadn't gone far beyond the canyon. it wasn't too much of a detour. her trail led down a rock-strewn descent that took a little work to pick through, and then to the water. the mists made it difficult to see much; even they barely knew how close they were until she was there in front of them.

their steps were already quiet, though the waterfall made that quite unnecessary. they stopped when they saw her, looking over what they could see of the valley, but there was nobody else there. just praimfaya, the boulder she sat before, and a silence settling strangely into the mists, enough that they were compelled to drop their voice when they spoke, barely more than a rumble. "praimfaya."