Dragoncrest Cliffs negativity, we just dead it like d-con

in the days following their excursion val rested. he’d felt a little different now, in a way that could not be articulated — not that any soul would hear the innerworkings of his mind. he wondered of njord - the only other male alive val might trust with the turbulence of his thoughts.

but they were just thoughts, and val just a stupid, overthinking man.

he patrolled the rim of sapphique where it stood frowning over the darkened swath of ankyran beach below. sometime soon, he wished to speak to svalinn — but for now he kept his mind on patrol.