Moonsong Glacier if he lives and we die

of course, rusalka agrees in a low, smoky rumble. this much, at least, he could promise without feeling like he was stepping on his queen wife's toes. he had sewn seeds of potential ally ship, though whether they blossomed or not, did not feel up to him.

a soft draw of breath is given; the chilly tang of air lingering in his lungs for a moment before he pushes it out. i won't keep you any longer. we look forward to your visit, when you are ready. with that said, he offers a dip of his head and makes to retrace his steps back to ravensthorpe.