Ankyra Sound port of call

veran,

and he was certain he had slipped into another world. a dream or something. she spoke of druids and he could only think of one druid but she was far from here. but she spoke with such certainty in her words and he was but a babe in the brain still, easy to bend and mold.

with fatigue heavy, he rolled upright. seated to face her now. they were not so different in body even if they might have been different in mind.

that's why you're here. voice soft with his tiredness, boyishness still holding true there too.

druids.

a fairytale concept given life before his eyes on these sandy shores.