Greatwater Lake Krýo

Antigone listened to the pieces she shared of her history. The clip of his icy gaze did not betray his interest. It sounded like a complicated thing, coming from such rich culture and familial obligation. It also made him reflect on his family. Flaming coat and flaming tongue, his father had been. But Tamar was not that way. Antigone wondered how she had fallen for Arsenio. He wondered what had happened to his mother to make her love such a brash and cocky man.

Fiamma mentioned something about destiny. Antigone shifted in the water and his teeth tightened.

I used to live out- That way, he said with a gesture of his snout toward the distant vale.

These days I live wherever I want.

Living at all was a challenge. Most days he existed in a mind of self-loathing. And that loathing had expanded to other things, to almost all things. Company was never sought. He kept himself clean and fed. He slept in the mountain stones under the stars.

But I’m familiar with the area. If you- Antigone paused.

If you need a guide.