Ankyra Sound Mont Blanc Radiance

aww that first paragraph in your reply melted me <3

even though dwin offered no promise, val continued. he'd made his own mind up about dwin and he liked that she was genuine most of all - she might tease him, but there was no shred of malice in her voice and deep down, val recognized this was a rare attribute indeed.

why hadn't he just asked those eyes? it had never occurred to him. several seconds passed where he seemed to look at dwin as if a third ear had just erupted from her forehead. shit. i never thought of that.

he wondered if he'd been missing something. these dreams had followed him for as long as he'd been alive. the pair of yellow eyes predated his mother's death and his discovery of his origins. the benign spirit he felt in his dreams he felt a connection to, like they were borne of the same atom or perhaps, in a previous life had known each other very well.

maybe i lost my mind in those brambles you mentioned, val joked, pawing a shape in the sand. and now i am some crazy vagrant you met, and later you will recount of how you found this whackadoodle guy on the beach who sprouted all sorts of nonsense about evil spirits, glowing water, and haunted caves. by now val's unease about the loa had faded away. how long do you think you will stake out this area before you continue moving, explorer dwin?