Overture Downs Oh, misty eye of the mountain below

i am in love with reverie already

her tail swayed, missing how the girl may have been startled. truthfully missing everything! bjarna lived in blissful obliviousness. only happy to meet another friendly face. so close to home too!

this one, as expected, spoke that unfamiliar tongue too.

but if all experiences before with strangers had taught her anything. it was that names often times came first. like with croo.

softly she tapped at her own chest with an oversized paw she'd never grow into.

bjarna. her limp tail swayed behind her. kvarsheim.

she gestured to the place with the tall stones and woods, to their south.