Ankyra Sound Mont Blanc Radiance

val huffed. the nerve! i told you that in confidence. he feigned deep hurt, delighted at how quickly she'd called him out on his own bullshit. it's a deal. he confirmed, even though he had no intention of ever getting one foot close to the saltwater. it would be, quite literally, over his dead body.

he closed his eyes for a moment, feeling something in the back of his mind shift to the surface. i think i have. the green of his gaze fluttered open. there are two. sometimes -- and he leveled a look at dwin here that brooked no quarter: if i tell you this, you cannot use it against me. once ensured he had dwin's promise, val continued. sometimes when i dream, i see a pair of yellow eyes. i do not think the owner of them is nice. he shuddered to even think of it. even in daylight, the loa had firm hold of him. but there is another one too. val's voice changed to something wistful. i don't see her as often, but i know she is good. in these dreams it always starts the same - i'm in brambles and it's dark. i often hear running water in these dreams and when i try to follow her she fades. i don't know who she is or what she means. maybe you could tell me.