Whitebark Stream The river will be your eyes and ears.

the eaglebound paced in a tight circle, worried, frustrated by the lack of responses. he had just begun to enter a marching exercise when célnes appeared in her odd, wraithlike way. "you did not go far," the soldier remarked, stopping to approach her familiarity.

he spared no contemplation of what she had done outside the land; germanicus narrowed his hushflower gaze as he remembered his warning to this woman and her lack of loyalty to leadership. "artyom has gone, and you are no follower, célnes," he insinuated, gesturing toward the soaked land before his stare of promise returned to her own. it could be her decision, and not that of any else.