Blackbeak Bluff wind chaser

jorunn cannot help but smile faintly at the directness.

charna, no longer a stranger. it was only fair that the pearl of sapphique returned the favor.

and i am jorunn. strangers no more. she returned with warmth in her soft voice. she welcomed the low hanging figure of charna. charmed and aware of some looming danger. it's always there with strangers — even strangers who declared themselves no more.

where do you go, charna?