Qeya River black swift

veksar listened.

the way she described sun eater did not line up with the glimpse he'd seen earlier that day. a barrelling, bumbling ape of a man, huffing at his own wife in a tongue neither of them should have understood. though, veksar didn't think very highly of anyone outside of his orbit to begin with.

except for, perhaps, morwenna.

she was only a vision from his childhood. a fantastical memory he loved to return to on those restless nights, soft and warm with her lanky legs and baby-fat cheeks. he loved that memory, no matter how small and blurry the picture.

but it was only that.

i've noticed it's... certainly different here, veksar finally broke his silence with a sharp inhale. i trust your judgment.

silence followed, before he grumbled a name.

blackfell.