Honeyed Pasture king forever, ceasing never

To his question, she gave an eager nod, turning and beginning to lead the way in that direction. "Yes - on islann. I im Akhlut. Leader. Protector," she offered with a proud wave of her tail. It was still new to her, but she was growing rapidly into the role she had been asked to fill, even if she probably left the island a little more than was strictly necessary.

He'd accepted her offer of a story, but Moorhen found herself growing understandably bashful in the face of performing such a feat. Instead, she segued into a similar topic while she gathered her nerves. "An you?" she asked, her ears swivelling back toward the direction he'd come from. "Live on mountain?"