Qeya River sloth

his eyes widened. "five! at once?" how much amalia seemed to know, that was; maybe twice as much as lestan. his accent thickened with his excitement for a moment, before smoothing back into the soft burr. "it is important. but it's also boring. after all, describing battles is not the same thing as being part of them."
he looked out across the hill-country, dotted with stands of flowers and little dens built into the gentle slopes. "where does everyone sleep?" he asked.
far away, a herd of deer moved into the forest.