The Tangle cling to his chest, home to his heart full of pride

there was no hope of her seeing the rise's magnificent shadow from where she stood.  but her curiosity had been piqued.  she makes note of this place, adjusts the mental map she has of the area.  back there, she echoes, offering him a faint smile.  with the druids, on the islands of the coast.

she takes a moment to traverse the spiny distance between them.  my name is marina.  who are you?