Swiftcurrent Creek ανύψωση

why did he bother?

you will be put through hellfire, son.

it was better it happened now, rather than later, wasn't it?

ρυάκι, he echoed back. instinctively reaching for the creek himself. touching, creating the memory. once more he'd utter the word with some clarity. refined.

not as smooth as her, but the words were easier the longer he spoke them.

his eyes turned skyward through the canopy, wondering where her feathered companion planned to lead them next.