Fairspell Meadow Newts eye, prickle paws, berries and luck

"but i —!" he exclaimed when she had thrown the names, both known and unknown, toward him.

her back was rigid and turned.

the priest ran to catch up with her, crossing the woman's path. "the only ones i know who understand these names are in akashingo." his bright green eyes were firm. "we are too great not to have spies try their hand. i meant to protect my home is all."

he stepped away, dipping his muzzle briefly in apology.