Raven's Watch And a love, and a home

The moniker she bestowed upon him drew little to no reaction from the man of the Watch, merely turning to stride forward with fire-breather at his side. A flutter of wings above cast his gaze to the branches, a caw punctuating the silence as if to pierce the tension that existed between them with a spear. Stjornuati took this as a sign, one that bid him to speak. So, speak he did.

This one bid her rest after Teya stumbled upon the mountain with the crown of storms. Her leg took injury. A small break. Leading her deeper into the watch, near where @Antha bedded down with @Frost, Stjornuati sought the den where the quiet @Teya took shelter. It will not, A pause, a rack of his brain. Ekkert sem mun stoppa hana í langan tíma. A soft murmur as he said the words in his own language, thinking how to translate it for her. Nothing that will stop her for long.