Golden Glade Mitsik

issorartuyok's eyes were warm upon her. antha felt her skin flush under her fur, and found herself grateful for the distraction when he began to speak. he sought her advice, speaking of blessings and omens. a blessing, the witch answered at once, confident in her words. your village is leaving a place of chaos, yes? disease in your lands, war in the mountains. this place is the opposite. so quiet you can hear the wings of the birds fluttering against the wind. a haven.