Herbalists' Cache to tell of joys in storms

"sharadoii and lanzadoii make — marrying — together. muradoii," he shook his head. "muradoii for muradoii." there was far more to say of their factions, but he did not think her ears wished to be so full.

unsure at the ease he felt beside other shore, sun eater explored it for himself. there was no pretense to her, no practice. he sensed there too were no lurking thrones nor murderous brothers. she knew nothing of the lanzadoii save what she had yet experienced, and listened with rapt attention to what he spoke.

he thought of the months to come, and turned the single eye back to the shelter of snow.

"you go away from family?" sun eater asked, somewhat confused. "where home?" it was not the practice of the caribou hunters to chase away their young or even encourage it. some would form their own bands, others would inherit, but this was done through the council of several lanzadoii bands in one area.

again, however, he would not belabor other shore with talk of distant politics. the pulse of the charm filled the air, and he inhaled the cold wind as if he felt the spirits near.