Firestone Hot Springs 'cause i'm through, when the two

she was right: the area around them was beautiful, though not what either of them was accustomed to. he was unsure as to what y’var’la was raised upon, but he knew that the forest was not his mountain. the pines were not his rocks.

they never were, they never would be, but forneskja could still be his home.

and was that a compliment? the man had not been exposed to such a concept before, never courted, neither wooed, nor had he ever attempted charming a woman. the words went untouched by the shadow. only a half-smile and a vague shrug.

what an honour, he hummed, the slightest tease lacing his tone. eyes seemed to shimmer, then, curious: what is the reputation you believe we hold? the expectations you wish for me to meet? tell me, and i will tell you the trajectory of your hopes.

wisdom within his words; ancient like oaks.