Dragoncrest Cliffs all hours we chilling and maxing the flow

val was thankful for the fur on his face then, which hid the drain of all color upon hearing shardik’s name.

the very one. val said through gritted teeth. if njord had told quennell of shardik, then val need not speak of what was taken from sapphique that day.

val didn’t mind the cursing. in a way, he’d been like that at quennell’s age too. he tried not to laugh at the spirit of shardik joke, even if it made his heart sink to think the creature might somehow still manifest evil on this earth. i be coming home now. he admitted, though guilt darkened his tone. he’d been gone for so long he didn’t even know the newest generation of his family. he wondered if loko would come to learn this bitter truth too. where did this happen?