Bramblepoint It comes in waves, the letting go

Rodyn chuckled with her. That doesn't sound good, seems i have a right to fear your knowledge of the plants then. He teased. Rodyn knew of hauntings from the living. Mostly his father's brunt of expectations.

Well i'm sorry to hear that. And if you ever Take it up again, i'd be glad to hear about it. Maybe not take you up on a reading, but I'll listen. He tilted his head, trying to wonder about what he knew of it. And what it could possibly mean.

Rodyn studied her as she moved forward. Do you want a rabbit skin or a leaf or something to carry it with? He was concerned that it would possibly cause her death. He was sure she knew what she was doing, but even the best could sometimes make a mistake.