Qeya River metiche

i am no ranger worth much if i cannot return, too.

it is a boyish glimmer to her features now. the desire to boast a bit in favor of flaunting for another. after all, she had presented herself as a ranger and guardian. defender of borders and eyes beyond their claim.

she would be a liar if she could not do either.

i am always willing to gather anything you might ask after. even if only desired by whims, it does not matter.