Deepwood Weald father

Ludovic was happy to move on, to have Angel talk about herself instead. He wouldn't tell her about the whispers that lingered when he looked at the water. I guess I felt the same way about the mountains. Until Moonglow, they were the only territories he had lived in.

Yeah.. I'd like to take a look. He decided. Looking to Angel, he waited for her to lead the way. It was hard to avoid feeling wary of the waters ahead, the only stories he had been told of them were that of death and despair. Warnings from his mother to keep his distance while they travelled.

But, now he was older, and there was no undertow to take him away like it did when the moon would rise.. and there was no Pala here to tell him to stay back.