Swiftcurrent Creek I bet it gets lonely in heaven

darukaal had treated them well and sent along intentions of peace, something silvertongue felt that akavir would treasure. but she was tired of traveling, exhausted, fatigued. both she and the shadow had become diminished in their wanders. silvertongue grieved as she stood at the borders, that this place should represent so much of her life and yet she could remember none of it. the green only allowed dreaming whispers any longer. beside akavir she stood, reaching to him with an exhale of reassurance. they were home, and what that meant now, they would create its new truth.