Lion Head Mesa bless the rains

The story was truncated, and Lilitu figured he might have a lot more to say, given his eagerness and verbosity. But she'd wait to pry it from him, instead walking along, taking smaller steps to allow him to keep pace with her.

So you know I'm from Brecheliant, she said, figuring most probably did. It's a nice pack—we used to live in a fen. That's kind of like a swamp, but not as. . .dark and gross? Just boggy, she reasoned, shrugging. But recently we moved to a sort of mountain, the homeland of my aunt Maia's mate, Eljay.

She left out the word 'caldera;' she still didn't really understand what it meant. Before that I lived on a plateau, and in a valley in the mountains. In a great kingdom, that no longer exists.

Lilitu gave a wistful sigh, looking down for a moment at her moving paws. I have a sister, Arielle. I'm trying to find her again. Do you have any siblings, Gucci? she asked, looking over at the little canid-adjacent creature.