Dragoncrest Cliffs And I will walk 1000 Miles

val took in rodyn’s words in silence. sapphique was not culturally trade-heavy: the women prided themselves in being self-sufficient. other than fish, which they stockpiled plenty of, they did not keep much.

an idea came to him. i might have something - if you don’t mind waiting. he motioned for rodyn to stay there and turned back to glintwater.

at length he returned with a few things held ungainly in his jaws. these things he’d collected with Astara and sobeille when they had been younger (and actually enjoyed spending time with him).

a large conch, the edges sharp and tapered in brilliant peach.
several small pearls in an assortment of opaque colors.
and a long, thin branch of coral resembling a proud buck’s great antlers.