Dragoncrest Cliffs Rhondonite

he promised. portia wondered how much weight it held. she loved her son dearly, and she could only pray he meant it. but he was young, and in months or years... would he feel the same way? would the wild not beckon to him? portia didn't know-- she couldn't know. in this moment, portia could only hope her children were happy-- no matter where they were.

as he bumped her, portia gave him a gentle nose to the cheek, and then hummed gently at his question. "mmmm," she mused thoughtfully for a moment, reminiscing on the moment from a long time ago. wow, it really had been a long time ago, hadn't it?

"your father joined drageda before i did, but he was not wocha when i came, he was just a gona--" she leaned to touch his cheek again, "--like you. i was trying to identify a plant, and he came across me. he wasn't much help... if any, but he entertained the idea of helping me, like the gentlemen he is. and after that it seemed we just... clicked." the story was probably far more in depth than that, but it was a good summary of their first meeting. 

"back then," portia added, "i was skayona before i was a fisa." the rank had been given to her when there was a need for a healer, and portia had not minded stepping up since she was knowledgable on the topic.