Moonspear Coven

A roguish smile and a glint to his eye as her returned greeting. He looked around him. What brings you out on this beautiful morning?

He shifted his weight to better hold his spot on the sharp rocks that lay beneath them. he didn't want to pitch to the side and go sliding willy nilly down the mountain.

Ah thank you. I am storyteller and sometimes you must sing. And well Singing makes my heart gladden. You too are a lovely singer. You put the birds to shame. He offered her a small wink. There was no untruth there. Some birds she did put to shame. he had heard some pretty gnarly birds.