Moonspear i already drank that cup.

he frowned, not that such a look was very out of place on his peculiar features. she was a difficult one.

higher might be goat, he gestured with a swing of his head. really couldn't go much higher than here but that wasn't the point, was it? lower will be nesting birds. the crags of rocks were safe spaces for mountain birds to make their nests for the coming spring.

so he looked towards her, waiting her judgement once more.