Sunset Valley seltsam

"i am scarce as of late." why had she come? the nature of the past coldness inside sagtannet, and then rivenwood — it had inserted suspicion into the gargoyle. yet his eyes were warmer as he looked upon her, and he stepped somewhat closer.
"so you have been to rivenvood." he had not been near enough to hear her call, and wondered why nothing had been said. "it is not diaspora," and here a fractal of pain filled his expression; he glanced into the distance and was silent, lavender stare eventually traveling back to her.