Ankyra Sound You can travel the world, but nothing comes close to the Golden Coast

there were no words.
at last, after days of travel, they had reached the sea. lestan had expected to feel — more as he stared out across the never-ending expanse. perhaps when they rested. perhaps when his feet did not hurt and his back did not ache and his neck was not so wretchedly —
but he stopped this inner monologue to watch reverie gently melt into the lapping waves as if she had been born to it. and he was struck again with that the sense of knowing. remembering.
when she turned back to him his heart raced; lestan smiled gently, waveringly, then looked down at blossom with a little laugh. "she likes it just as much as you, reverie."