Dragoncrest Cliffs the bottom of the deep blue sea

At first, the name means nothing. There’s no telling how far this child has come. She’s old enough to survive, for the most part, but she can see how that is dwindling. And the more she talks, she can see an easily painted picture.

“Olive?” she questions, reeling back from just the other day. “Are you from Elysium?” she adds. Olive mentioned willows and with a stretch, she can see how they’d be considered sad. Antumbra flicks her gaze to Dacio, then Tux, before back down upon the child. Hopefully, they’ll have their answer and perhaps they can get her home soon.