Redtail Rise lines on ale

she nods, satisfied. she'd like that. his song could perhaps explain the nature of this phenomenon better, since it has already come to pass and gone, leaving only destruction behind.

but there is new growth—

. . .it's about the bear and the raven."

she swallows hard the unexpected grief that surges up her throat like bile. 'raven;' she thinks she remembers her father referring to Astara in that way. she sees her now, as if she stands before them—glossy black, like those great birds' feathers. deep eyes of gloaming.

how d-dhoes ih' go? Avicus asks, stumbling over the emotion rather than the words themselves.