Whitefish River our arms will bandage.

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And the silver watched her daughter depart from her, with as much aversiveness as Dragomir’d had when she’d had the likewise discussion with him — so soon before his capture. If she’d known what was to happen then, she... Would I have disrespected his wishes? For all that I’ve done to make my own children demur my presence?

It only took a few stuttering breaths before a low sob hiccuped from her waxen throat. And so Aure turned from herself, from her seething tears, before she retreated to the riverlands’ quartz cavern to let her woes strike against the dimmed walls entirely.

Her fated roost, she thinks, despite how it doesn’t hold the brilliance of Silvertip’s.
But... perhaps this retreat was all the better for it.