Dragoncrest Cliffs ‘Cause I Want More

Her reasons for taking the cliffs were sound, borne of survival tactics and impressive. His gaze followed her to where he had stared before, out to the churlish and enigmatic presence that was the sea. It was a view that he appreciated, yes, but not one that he would want to wake to every day. It will be cold here. A bone-cold, with wetness of the air. Another reason he was not keen on being here long term.

The question she posed gave him pause, head tilting as he thought about the why. So few here knew the meaning of hringja that he tired of explaining it and yet, he did not know how else to put it. Still, Stjornuati would try. This one follows hringja, ah, call of wilds. Mm... Insinct? Feeling of gut.