Silvertip Mountain sun in the bloodied hand

on their left, a forest of willows. and to the right, high, odd spires of earth and stone rising from the green earth, teeth cutting through a verdant skin.
the cave, ahead.
the bearwitch ducked inside its coolness, trotting with a knowing step along the crystalline corridors, until he came to a large and empty room.
there, rising on a plinth of stone studded with the glowing blue glass, what was left of evien.
merrick circled lovingly around the platform, gazing wistfully at the silent ivoried skull.
"he wanted peace in ursus. evien healed our many wounds, and spoke harshly against the battles of ursus, and our violence."
a quietude that loudly hummed.
"the bears chose him, and in his absence, we have become only our bones."