Noctisardor Bypass church

Daylight faded, the air cooling to crispness. Druid watched the puppies cavorting near the den’s mouth, working out the energy from their supper. @Heda sat nearby, the two enjoying a companionable silence—well, actually, the twilit air was filled with the noises of playing children.

I’ve been asking everyone about traditions they want to bring to Rivenwood. I realize that we grew up together here but you lived a whole lot of life between those days and these ones. Maybe we could pick something to honor Sweetharbor? Druid said, eyes cutting from the kids to her sister’s ivory face.