Silvertip Mountain breaker of trees

He listened to her, as a good boy does, mindful to never interrupt or try to help without being asked as she stumbled along in her stilted common. He wanted to ask questions, to talk more, but he never got the chance.

Before he could so much as shout his clumsy goodbye, Kusama! she was gone.

Nai elen siluva lyenna, he breathed on the wind, knowing his Maker would carry it to her.