Bitterroot Valley not too far, or you'll be drowned

sega watched miska’s shape fade into the treeline, his golden eyes steady until only the hush of wind and water remained. then he turned back to elowyn, the tension in his shoulders easing, his expression unreadable but calm.

come, he said, voice low, carrying the weight of quiet authority. we go. others wait.

he motioned with a dip of his head, turning toward the valley’s heart—the old rally point, where the trees opened to a wide stone rise overlooking the misted river. his pace was slow enough for her to follow easily, his steps sure and soundless in the damp earth.

fade here?