Sequoia Coast i'm scared by the way that my life's getting gone

“speech”

Duskfire Glacier held little appeal for her these days; the Egyptian slipped from its imposing shadow as often as she could manage, though she still hunted to fill the caches for the one child left to the ruling pair. Tuwawi had returned, and Njal, both worse for wear, and their appearances no longer bespoke proud strength.

On impulse, the woman traveled in the direction of the sound, and its foolish sea-worshipping Greeks, catching sight of a dark figure some feet ahead. Slowing her tread, the Regent waited quietly for the other to spot her, believing the cur to be one of the witches who called the brine home.

Photo by Daniel Lee