Dragoncrest Cliffs déjà vu

A leader, she marveled, and a mother. Years may have passed but Druid could think of few more deserving of such honors. Val pointed out that much had happened in those intervening years and she knew it must be true. Yet surely Mireille was still the same incredible creature from her girlhood days.

That’s wonderful, she said on a quiet breath. Two years is a long time. I’m sure you’re right. But Sapphique is still here, Mireille too. That’s wonderful, Druid repeated.

She considered Val’s question and wondered what Mireille thought of her now, if she ever thought of Druid at all. She was a busy woman, certainly, and Druid didn’t want to disrupt that in any way. But perhaps if she left word, Mireille would find the time to come see her one day.

Yes, if you don’t mind. Tell her I’ve come home. I’ll be in Rivenwood and she’s welcome to visit anytime, if she wants. And give her my well wishes, she said, eyes resting gratefully on Val’s face. Thank you.