Larksong Grotto Glance to fallen Grace, dream of islands all day

"i know the way between them," lestan hummed. "we're allies, after all. i suppose." how did this kel not know that? but he was not put out; this was one of their first meetings, or perhaps truly their first, as lestan had not been lucid for the others.
"no. i think — i think i might take my chances with grass, if it's all the same." accent deepening a moment as the mayfair lifted his sweaty head and gazed off in the direction of swiftcurrent.