Dragoncrest Cliffs it is my intention

The first test was an easy one. His tone had not been demanding but his presence seemed as such to her. She needed to know his intentions with her family and if a space existed for him.

She had no false notions. It would be small and it would be transient; with his kind it always was.

His accent caught her. It reminded her of something she couldn't summon, but her look sharpened a bit. You know the sea. This wasn't a question either. She could tell that much, even if the memory of his speech patterns didn't bring forth any specific origin.

We have no need for more. Why should we give you harbor? And what would you want from us? Her tone wasn't warm, but so far he'd done nothing to tilt it towards unfriendly. She would protect this place in ways she guessed others might not; her children were more forgiving than she was. If she chose to chase him away before someone intervened, she would have no cause to feel remorse. Sapphique was strong as it was.