Broken Antler Fen haflat zifaf

i would gladly meet with your master, a brief quirk to their face, a smile, a flash in the eye. auspex. forgive me, it is not a word i know. your people they are different.

different did not mean terrible.
but they would nod, sparing a final glance to teya before the forest emptied towards the caldera. the borders would come soon and then jawahir would find a place to rest, to visit, and commune with the chosen girl.