Dragoncrest Cliffs the sugary smell of springtime

He hushed and listened as she spoke. Eyes followed when she pointed. He wondered if one could lead him to those he had lost. Not that it would do him much good now, would it? He had sworn to Rosalyn and he saw no reason to back on it now. Maybe he could simply find the stories in them.

Eadwulf. He returned with a little dip of his head. He still had much to learn of their titles, meanings and places.

Would you share more of the sky, Erzulie? A soft, deep request that she did not have to answer if she did not wish. He was simply burdened with curiosity now.