Northstar Vale sand willow

she spoke of greatness.

of philosophy, of military, and of healing.

a collection of groups that sprawled the mountain it seemed. did they all rule under one? he listened as he followed, tried to understand her words better.

is the goal to claim the whole mountain range? his eyebrow quirked softly, not with judgement or disdain. instead he was merely curious and cautious.

once he had thought the island might be his own claim.

then the willows.

then the vale.

perhaps nowhere was meant to be his in the end.