Noctisardor Bypass the longships

She eagerly shadowed him, though Druid chewed the inside of her cheek when he told her their destination would be noisy. Loud sounds were a bit like heat: mildly unpleasant at best, downright unbearable at worst, and ofttimes inescapable. Would she really willingly follow him someplace like that?

Druid trusted Mahler implicitly. Heeding his warning, she braced herself as they moved through the darkness. The trees grew sparse on either side of them and they soon found themselves breaching the fringe of a meadow. Just ahead, a stream wound, its quiet babble drowned out by the chorus of frogs.

The Graf told her they were discussing berries, of all things, and Druid cocked her head. When she crept forward and took a closer look, she could see the small amphibians populating the flotsam along the bank. It took her several beats to realize Mahler was remarking about the spot of color on their mouths.

Straightening, Druid queried, Do they really eat berries? She blinked and added with a soft smile, They’re not too noisy. Objectively, the night was certainly louder here for their vibrations, though it was tolerable, even quite melodious.