Shimmering Sands fell in love over appalachain wine

"something like that." he grinned, lashing his tail to and fro. "right now it is my brother knaven, who you met, and our sister, bijou. and now you." he was haughty over the stag-gold of his coat, but somehow sonder's sullen disposition and aloof nature presented no threat to lionel's prettiness.
"beats spending winter alone, and near the sea? no thanks." the islands of warsaw had been a fierce place that churned only the bravest into the drop and beyond. and while lionel did not believe it could grow half so cold here, that remained to be seen. "got a backstory?" he prodded gently, snuffling over a few cold stones.