Noctisardor Bypass [m] ashkola

There was a sadness to her that was unbecoming. It wasn't the same strength that had always imbued Druid, which had earned the other woman Glaukos' attention; but he did not know her story, and could not fault her for how damaging the wilderness could be when someone was ill-prepared. They looked to be as different as night and day, these sisters.

She spoke of the past. His eyes followed the birds in question but he wasn't entirely sure that was what she meant; he had not learned the names of these things, as it had never mattered before. He did not speak yet — preferring to linger and to listen, and to keep watch so that the woman would know he was not after anything from her.

Once a little time had passed, he cleared his throat and said, I grew up nearby. The valley. Bearclaw; he did not want to speak it, suddenly. The name of that place had stopped being relevant to him years ago.