Lena
She listened, dropping further down the crag until she was a flutter of gray and rosy hued wings, landing upon a large crate, small enough not to up-end it if the box was empty. Oh, I see, she mused, pondering over the bartering of wares. The Caretaker had always been more than fair in her efforts, but that didn’t mean anyone else was – and Torchline seemed the perfect place for more…nefarious deals. Given Stormbreak’s smuggling efforts, there might’ve been more to learn in those aspects, especially to take back to the Dragoons.
But she glanced innocently into the chest below, finding nothing but a few scattered bones – not bothering to inquire what sort of why. Peering into the next revealed bits and pieces of knives and daggers, small, almost insubstantial. Nothing gold here, unless you’re looking for sharp objects. She gave a birdy wink, and then flickered over to the next.
But she glanced innocently into the chest below, finding nothing but a few scattered bones – not bothering to inquire what sort of why. Peering into the next revealed bits and pieces of knives and daggers, small, almost insubstantial. Nothing gold here, unless you’re looking for sharp objects. She gave a birdy wink, and then flickered over to the next.
we are more weather pattern than stone monument
sunlight on mist; summer lightning
sunlight on mist; summer lightning
