[SE] they don't have these at home

Lily sing me a song of a lass that is gone She can tell he’s a Torchliner because of his glow, something that few people in the Grounds seem to have. And it’s an odd comparison, but he does remind her a bit of Amun with the flattery. It makes her smile again - wide and easy - and wonder where the potter’s gone off to these days. She’s about to ask about the ramphire when a few others emerge from the foliage, snuffling up against the first and then bending to try the water. It’s too salty, so the group begins to head upstream. “Ramphire,” Lily repeats, turning to watch them go. “Beautiful. But odd.” Chuckling, the light, dew-drop sound seems to tumble out of her mouth as she turns to Saiden again. “So, what do you do, Saiden? And where can I find you again, come LongNight?” merry of soul, she sailed on a day over the sea to Skye