Wapun Meadow the needy eat man-mades, they wear phony clothes

though this might be the first time that merrick truly knew the birthname of his blackbird, it did not matter.

joy seeped through astara entire; the heart of her childhood, connected with the heart of her adulthood. the fragments of her past made whole by reunion.

the shade was wordless as she skulked behind the ghost and the warlord, content to simply watch as merrick lead averna deeper into ursus' fold.