Sequoia Coast life can only mean hardly anything

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he did not know what could be done for her; he called lowly to the pregnant @blue willow, unsure if she would arrive before amelie departed this mortal coil, or if even anything could be done for her in her current state. she reeked of saltwater and fear, and he kissed her face solemnly, continuing to speak in the musical tongue of the glen.

perhaps with the spells of the small ones could he draw her from death's threshold; if such words had the ability to reanimate long dead corpses, and give windlashed spirits such as himself flesh, and the knowledge of speech, surely they would give back life before it had vacated one's body.