Noctisardor Bypass flora’s secret

drudin. she was well-mannered and seemed articulate, fine attributes that even the eyass had yet to conceive. he began with no evident mirth in his features, “your mother thinks you a soothsayer?” maybe, he had never thought to charm forest-adders as she had.

bracelet and druid. “astraeus. mahler’s son.” probably one of his only conciliatory traits when it came to rivenwood wolves, or sometimes his undoing, motherlessness being evidence. he would have been impressed the little girl found any likeness between them, looking paste his unruly coiffure and blackened skin. he forgot to mention to himself if it wasn’t the work of the placebo effect, a lie that had be a truth in reality. “how did you meet … bracelet?”