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

she moved to follow him, finding it easy enough to slip between the woven vines and sharp features.  she supposed everything had a purpose, and for once she was grateful for her stature.

she could not imagine what it must have been like, to have trained for something since birth.  her sisters had been brought up the same way with their medicinal training.  cerulean had no such skills to speak of. 

i don't, she admits.  but we are well protected. our berserkr, we call him the keeper.  his soldiers are called thaumaturges.  she pauses.  what is it like at redtail rise?