Dragoncrest Cliffs slenge

jorunn's mind drifted and weaved through this setting more than she cared to admit. each word a tendril to a place, a feeling. something new and something old.

her heart was immensely tired, she'd come to realize.

a woman led by a man speaking of religion. now the woman was the one who stood teaching.

a woman who came to them in their time of need and offered a bounty.

you are sweet, and she meant it in almost the way of a forlorn mother, watching a daughter whittle away. knowing that somehow, someday, light would be snuffed and a new flame would have to be found.

come, rest and let us show these things to mireille. she looked to suzu now, trusting the young bright girl to help carry some of these things. who is with you in sweetharbor?