Sawtooth Spire Step into your power.

The wondering if the druids or Diasporans have known of the Court's settling is by no means an errant thought; and so she treads lightly this day o'er crag and under spire; keeps a weather eye upon the heavens for some passing feather; and keeps the frolic close within the still-enraptured chambers of heart. Perhaps she strides so far as to discern, to remember how much land lies south of their Vale; perhaps it is to test true her own limitations of these unconquerable peaks.

And perhaps still, wishes a glimpse for the sake of her ridiculous worry, faith aside, for ... O, curse the gentling of her soul!

It should be of no matter.

As it were, the sunknived treads with care and caution over the rickety joints of Sawtooth; that which she has never before set paw until this very day, it seems. Wonders too if the inkling yonder there is as green as she to this spire — and so trills:

"Suilánte!"