Sunspire Mountains the hills have feelings, too

Reverie giggled slightly at that, and was about to agree with him. But then he started to describe the place where he was born, and she fell into a slightly shocked silence. It sounded just like The Gilded Sea.

Her eyes lit. Really? That sounds just like where I grew up - The Gilded Sea. We um, we had lots of fires. Some of us would sing to keep them away - and others would dance to bring the rain, It was odd to reminisce about it like this. Reverie didn't often speak of The Gilded Sea anymore; she didn't often have a reason to speak of it. I was a raindancer. She added, studying the coyote in more detail now. He wasn't entirely coyote, was he? Just like she wasn't fully a dog, though not many in the wilds seemed to take note of her domestic heritage. If they did, they never said as much to her.