Dragoncrest Cliffs holy fire, blessed waters

I figured we could fade this in favor of our newer ones? :D

Druid peered at Mireille, wondering if there was any truth to this tale. She wondered: what did stars taste like? Well, her friend used the word “tasty.” Perhaps she could find out for herself someday.

The other girl noticed her stifled yawn. No, I don’t want to leave, Druid replied quickly, but I would like to rest soon. Maybe I can spend the night here—or nearby, at least—and you can come home with me in the morning?