Redtail Rise all my dreams were buried away

He watched as she gestured around at the Rise. A bloom of pride fills his chest.

This is it, He hummed in response. I told you there was more than the tangle.

A presence simmers and sears the back of his head. What should he expect upon the rise, though? Everyone is attentive, privacy is hardly a thing here. It does not matter who it was that watched, he did not worry about anything in these moments.

This was Marina, not a threat, not a man here to whisk Avicus away.

How are things back home?

He remembered.