Little Goat Mountain It's grander than fiction, the life that we lead.

Oh Célnes... The mother would coo her name, turning her skull to touch the head of the youth which rest to her shoulder. No lack of birthing by her, no lack of time nor of blood would stop Odessa from teaching all of her family, all of Deorwine with such affections. 

I've faith we will find a home for us here worthy of being proud of. That you will make us proud. And why not? The blood of her family descended through Kingslend as far as Odessa ever knew. It only seemed fitting that with a new land a new generation of ruling thus would follow. Has the High Elk come come to you? Has he shown you the path? If he had, if he was leading her way, then surely Celnes was rightful to lead their way.