Moonspear washed away in a tide of longing

Though perhaps not entirely apparent, Dirge picked up on the flustered nature their conversation took and found a smile gentle turning at the corners of his mouth. The inclination to tease him was there but he did not; he had never had the experience of truly being so flustered about a girl, though he had certainly gone to his pains to keep Hydra from Nyx and vice versa once upon a time to avoid such a situation as this.

Of course, knowing Leta had come from Easthollow was an interesting note too; it would have seemed their distant neighbor didn’t mind sharing their wolves with Moonspear, given how they had acquired Nikai with Alya’s return. It was an alliance he did not think of often, but out of all they had amassed they seemed to be the most loyal and easygoing.

“That’s kind of you,” he said, “she will definitely learn much in staying here.”

Of course, their mountain seemed not to be for the faint of heart. He gestured for them to keep moving along towards the borders, for now not pushing the topic of interest regarding Leta. It was a light pace, not meant to tire them for the trek downward still ahead. Dirge could have gone with any number of topics regarding the expedition that Osiris had returned from, but instead probed another area altogether.

“What did you think of the world out there? It’s something to see, isn’t it?”