Silver Creek paeon

His grin faded into troubled solemnity as Europia went on. The long journey had not been kind to any of them, but Haedwig least of all. Their Prophet's days were numbered. Makhai tried not to linger on the thought. The Umbra is assisting, the Prince assured his sister, settling back on his haunches with ears still swiveling to catch the sounds of the forest around them. It's a peaceful place our Prophet has brought us to; abandoned, from what we've seen. Not a soul around for miles but us.

It isn't home, Makhai sighed, unsure himself whether it was regret or relief which darkened his tone. But it will be, in time.