Rosewater Oasis the palatine has all but fallen now,

he flashes his teeth in a saccharine grin at her words, as she continues on to show him how it easy is to speak to coyotes — his own encounters with her kith kept close like a hand of cards. mostly, they had been thieves trying to steal from the fjord ... and the siren prince had no interest in speaking with them. but he cannot decide yet, if s'ari is an outlier of her species or if his encounters of them had led him to forming an unfair stereotype.

for now, dracarys chooses to humor this encounter.

s'ari of the desert sands, i am dracarys of the icy fjords of the far north. the siren prince offers in return. and how he'd found himself here was less than heroic ... and irrelevant. so very different than the basalt, sea and ice of his homeland there was some dark secret, something archaic and powerful, perhaps an ember planted by the stranger that keeps him rooted in the lowlands.