Dahozhoni Meadow guillemot

A glance towards the sky. He gave a thoughtful nod, again peering over the owl-eyed shade with thinly veiled interest. What a lovely devotee she made. Austere could feel her reverence — it pulsed through her like another heartbeat. His ears twitched, casually dispelling a private hungering.

I understand. There were the believers, and there were the lost and misguided. As such with every kingdom. And what should one bring as a respectable gift if their homelands are... inaccessible?