Seaside Moors Seeing fire, I'm told it never burns.

When Miranda sat next to her, she visibly straightened up with a shiver, and held her mouth in a line. It was easy to see the vibrations from the reaper, as she was quite nervous a strange man was sitting next to her. Of course, they've met, and briefly hunted, but she was definitely not one to be friendly to unfamiliarities.

Upon hearing the news, it felt dreadful. Grímnismál was happy it was by the ocean- where she was used to, but it was still moving. The yearling wasn't one to object to such matters, understanding the reasons why.. However, she wanted to set roots somewhere, and not continue moving. She was unaware of that theme, with Rusalka, and only hoped that it would be the last land to claim.

- basically :I