Luneshale Pass with fire and with blood

survival, replies dracarys with a small, lofty shrug of his shoulders. the hierarchy of my family is ruthless and with four older brothers all vying for the same thing... dracarys trails off... but it was evident enough that self-preservation had worn out over pride. what was the sense in pride if it cost him his life? turns out i like the desert. wiry smile begins to tug at the edges of his lips.

perhaps this was always ordained by the gods; always meant to be where i ended up. though his faith had tapered off in the past months, set aside as he struggled to find and claim his place in these wilds.

where do you hail from, disa? asks the desert dweller in turn, frostbound gaze lingering back upon her face.