Ouroboros Spine chief

their cultures were not so different, or their names. it was only the locale. moonglow was sheltered where the river had been open, and lestan could not help but feel boxed in.
he carried a forlorn sheaf of green he had meant for amalia, but he could not find her. lestan was oblivious to what had happened. there was a young woman ahead of him. he cleared his throat to catch her attention. "hello."