Larksong Grotto right to bear arms

ping for mention!

anoré absorbs his words in silence, following the motion of his head as he gestures toward the mountain and then the glacier beyond. winsook—the notion of neutrality is not unappealing. perhaps she would go there.
then darukaal, @Faust, he says. there's a flash of recognition in her expression that she doesn't hide.
the second son. she had never seen him, never spoken his name beyond a passing acknowledgment, but she had known of him. he was here, in this foreign land, and has carved a place for himself, in war and bloodshed. crownores truly never change. was tvar here too? hope flickered in her heart.
"i see." she murmurs at last. 
i live between them. i hear things.
"and you choose to remain here." she observes, "between war and solitude." there is no accusation in her tone, only curiosity, "why?"