Dragoncrest Cliffs And I will walk 1000 Miles

it was the first val heard of being promised trade, but he supposed that was no slight -- the women often had their own affairs to handle, and these days val was somewhat of a homebody.

his tail swayed easily between his hocks. a yearly tradition at this point, eh? he recalled the hunt last fall -- and how full each of their stomachs had been. he looked forward to seeing this year's crop of children consort with those of the plains -- it must be so exciting meeting new lives and cultures. well met, rodyn. i'm val - aventurine of sapphique. what is it you wish to trade?