Cerulean Cape Owl

lestan's laugh was low and bitter. "a woman came down from the cliffs and drove us out. or do you mean why we left, why we are here." not so much a question as he cast his eyes to the eternal dome of sky and drew a long breath. "i found a place, a bay, inhabited by a husband and wife. i think it's safe enough and small enough for us to s-start over."
the sky, the sea; now lestan looked to the man. "riordan, correct?" who was he, royal poet indeed? something gathered in his eyes, a glistening remembrance of the darkness he had witnessed and internalized during his time in the taiga. "who are you to reverie?"
let riordan speak, and speak well.