Ankyra Sound Mont Blanc Radiance

in one breath dwin asked after his mothers and then detailed — with inimitable enthusiasm — the greatness of her own. val did not mind, and would never have dreamed of denying dwin that small pleasure.

he noted towards the end a light stole from her eyes and a sadness loomed there. was she lost, then? she didn’t seem lost, yet he resolved to ask.

well one of my mothers is dead. val lead with this, because while it was painful to announce to the air (and he had never once breathed to life this irrefutable reality until this moment), he knew that if any audience would be receptive of this news, it would be his newfound friend. the other two are very much alive, and live there. he motioned to the cold cliffs which cast their shadows for miles around them. one is battle-hardened and tired. she is like your mama dragon. she has fought many bears for her cubs. the other is more like your mother. she is a great teller of stories — she knows more about the earth and the sea than any wolf i have met. and she was the one that first told me of the ghosts that live here in ankyra. you could meet both of them — my moms, not the ghosts — if you want. but i have to ask — are you lost?