Ravensblood Forest there's a fine line between right and wrong

it takes rusalka a moment to recognize her when his head swings in her direction; golden gaze taking her in with soldierlike assessment. the puzzle pieces snap together quickly in the next millisecond: she was the first face he'd seen in these lands; half-drowned and probably more on the brink of death than he'd like to admit.

he realizes now that he doesn't even know her name.

oh, for sure, murmurs the cairn in wily agreement. not half drown and no where as close to death as i was that day.

in fact, the teekon wilds, despite his rocky start upon her lands, have thus far been fairly good to him.