Larksong Grotto Ankärr

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it was not to be. her violence was one controlled but the message was crystalline in its clarity. north; he knew this sound, and as her quick skill detailed a new stone face, his heart became gladdened

"nord." an echo of her fine choice, though skorpa wondered why she would not seek another place of wild grass and the bison she wanted; he wanted to know what had befallen the grasslands now scuffed to nothing.

ayovi held his eyes. the exile set one dirty claw against her second shape in the earth. "skorpa bigsky." natal land. old land. mountains were the reign of feral northmen; she had found two.

her eyes said she did not trust. it was understandable, especially when he had no words to say that he wanted nothing from her. well, a bit of a lie; gladly even in his mending he would have welcomed her attentions.

but this did not need to be said, and skorpa tucked his untimely smirk away from ayovi. a sign of camaraderie.

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