Phoenix Maplewood gold and seide

jorunn always preferred the truth.

it was so easy to get lost in muddled words and shrouded feelings. to be greeted with bare bones was for the best. even if the bones were worn and ragged despite the young that carried them.

but a question was returned before jorunn could pick at the bones.

i do. i help look for her when she was lost. a soft pause. it had felt like forever ago.

you are friends?

open, to hear more of druid's thoughts and relations.