Qeya River flint pond

ghelan stuck to his father's side throughout the trip, though giving passing glances to the redheadded boy who clung to his own. though he never made any effort to speak to him. what would they speak about anyways? "ow! do my feet hurt from all this walking. say, is it nice to be with your old man again?"

father beckons at the border, and wolves spill from all of the crevices of the land to greet the travellers. but only one had the confidence to speak once arriving.

hello. ghelan forces a smile. shame sent shivers through his body and a warmth to his cheeks that he could only barely understand his blood. it's nice to meet you. he stumbles through lanzadoii with an ungulate's grace, flashing a nervous toothy grin as compromise.