Dragoncrest Cliffs bonders' enclave

an honor val had never anticipated had been thrust upon him. he wondered if he would be a good fit for the role. if aventurine would be a legacy of kindness and justness; or if like everything else he touched, it'd simply fade away.

the crisp morning came with rousing cries of gulls and the figure of svalinn, a large bounty in his jaws. val eyed the offering, and then his uncle. for me? of course it was -- but he was not so greedy as to take it whole.

he split the favorable meal and gave svalinn back his piece. he'd noticed svalinn's features as of late seemed drawn - and a taciturn aura pervasively settled across his gilded shoulders that concerned val. thank you. how have you been?