Deepwood Weald two smokes

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He wouldn't, Marina agreed softly, and though her eyes promised more words on the matter, they were not for the ears of their sons who she still heard playing among the trees. So she obliged her husband with a warm smile and an easy laugh, a glimmer of hope for the implication that Dutch would return to them. Surely he would.

For now, Chakliux reminded her to live in the moment. Their family thrived; her health, too, though it was always so fleeting. There was so much to celebrate still. Marina ranged ahead of her husband with a daring smile, leading him with a practiced step which told wordlessly of her familiarity with this place. A familiarity she'd learned only in her search for Dutch — but she wouldn't think of that now.