Blackwater Islands Who will breathe the earth we lost

morgra tires herself out soon enough — quicker than ingram had imagined she would, only proving his naivety with cubs and what to expect. she snuggles up against his chest and her breath smooths into heavy ones of slumber. ingram's gaze softens, shifting ever-so-slightly so his position is more comfortable — careful not to disturb the girl.

another mission, then. not their father but something close to it. when it comes to the listener he tends to wear his heart on his leg, and thinks back to alduin's taunting not too long ago and how it makes him weak.

of course, trikova. the keeper murmurs, after a moment of contemplation on whether he should address her by title or not in that moment. either way, he understands the assignment given to him; and as he has done everything thus far: he would make it his life's mission. what have you named the others? ingram inquires after a moment.