Herbalists' Cache to tell of joys in storms

"yes. i enjoy sea." not for long, and not in the way that the sea had deserved to be loved by the lanzadoii. that lot, it seemed, had fallen to the sharadoii second and the muradoii first.

he peered at her, wondering who had spoken of the salt, and gave a decisive shake of his maimed head. "not yet. but. stay with saatsine. more happen for you, other shore."

it seemed a misplaced song placed into the reaches of tones who could not carry it. or would not. or should not. "i like how — it does not have end. sea is forever. like caribou."

eternal. more than him; more than all the bones of lanzadoii fallen and lanzadoii to come.