Barrow Fields And under mountains in the moon

It’d only been another day at the cliffs — he’d be wandering along the edges of Drageda’s eastern perimeter, intending to continue with his wandering a bit further beyond. He’d only wanted to fill his lungs with spring air and the sea; but instead, his gut wrenched him into a cautious canter towards the Burrows.

When he saw the clusterfuck taking place (unfortunately, not the sort he’d always hoped for), he surged past an entangled Verx and the harpy, pale and wraith. Meaning to intercept @Firefly as an almost-euphoric ”Braska!” wreathed and rasped from his scarred maw. Paradise indeed.