Deepwood Weald just a drop of water in an endless sea

would they, though? she imagined the man dutch might try to convince her against it, and that was all. his wife would not care; there were few sulukinak knew here, and she kept away, in the shadows too often.

when aditya spoke of familiar faces her eyes brightened with curiosity, her ears twitching. the flow of faces at the bison hunt had overwhelmed her; the new faces upon the glacier had not stayed long; those of morningside now, she barely knew.

she could not relate.

it will be good to be with family. she comments, and gives a small nod as if to convince herself. you are happy here, as father of dutch, and grandfather to the little ones?