Dahozhoni Meadow blood and wine

Tavina was overt in her judgement, and Akhtar gave a little snort of a noise.

I know, but allow an old teacher his delusions. He looked out over the meadow, eyes picking out the distant shapes of compatriots and potential foes alike.

All of them are snakes in the grass, it seems. I wish for it to be that former general, but it seems as though the third son is gunning hard for the position. His face fell further, if that was possible, and he sighed a low note.

My parents.. He licked his nose.

My parents married for love, in the end. But they were lucky to do so. How long had it been since he had seen them both? He didn’t like to think about it.