Arrow Lake displaced

«πριγκίπισσα rhaenyra,» the once-princess corrected with a note of force to her tone, her voice still deceptively soft. no matter how far her wandering feet took her from home, she was still a seahawk, and him a commoner. «bartholomew.» this time her smile masked her amusement. even his name sounded strange and barbaric. she beckoned to him. «Έλα.»
the word was as much for foxfire as for bartholomew, if he chose to follow. rhaenyra set her sights east for now, intent on bypassing the long stretch of mountain standing between her and the north. foxfire ranged ahead, as was the bird's custom, leaving the scant remnants of its meal for scavengers. aware that bartholomew might fail to take her meaning, or perhaps choose to seek his fortunes elsewhere, rhaenyra only looked back once to see if he followed. such was his lot in life, as a commoner, but perhaps his loyalty had been pledged elsewhere.