Qeya River mockingbird

veksar considered it.

a small part of him felt guilty. morwenna's — star eater's — children did not deserve to go without a wintering home. nor did she, in his eyes, despite her betrayal. despite everything.

but.

it would be easy. for a moment thoughts flourished in veksar's mind of a kingdom here, what it could look like — birdsong and blooming trees and the roaring spitfire of the river, tempered by iridescent rocks. happy people. freedom.

independence.

no, veksar shook his head. but i don't want war unnecessarily. it's a waste of men and resources when there are other places we can go. places in close proximity.

still... something tugged at veksar, and it was written upon his face.

i propose we explore. we see what else is nearby, and if we decide none are fit for us, then we take the river.