Northstar Vale crystalcloth

tamar nodded.

"do you also know you need time of your own, reyson? not only to wait for meadow."

"come with me," the little morphe invited, turning them northwest. "there are four lakes here in the vale. the first is lotus springs. the second is tiger lake. i call it the namir."

"but there are two that do not." and the one she wanted to show reyson was thickly forested with pine and oak all the way back into the curve of mountains, with a great grey stone rearing from the middle of the cold magnificent waters.

"maybe you can learn this place. it needs a name. and it needs someone to watch over it. not only to walk," tamar said earnestly, "but to speak."