Ravenshook Cliffs serendipity

the truth was, the keep was noisy. the gyrfalcon's were not the most gracious of hosts and the only attachments rusalka felt to it were his wife and children. he'd come to learn over the past few months that home was where the heart was. it wasn't a place.

so, he is quiet, offering nothing on the 'fine home' comment.

a small noise lingers in the back of rusalka's throat. these lands are colder than many all year 'round. he's come to notice; but he is not particularly bothered by this.

do you plan to stay on the coast? it sounds like a deep question, but it is conversational at best. rusalka'd never been great with small talk and that, though several things have, did not change.