Another glorious morning. It makes me sick!

Ashiel's eyes fixated for a moment on the droopy ear, but his assessment was strictly clinical. He'd never seen a wolf's ears droop like that. Was it the result of some battle injury perhaps? Could the fibers and nerves be damaged in such a way? He was amused that Dagda found his advice hopeful. He supposed in some ways it was, though Ashiel could never see himself wandering anywhere with no destination and no plan. That was more his mother's game. It was expected, even tolerated to some degree in her case. She was in many ways a matriarch of the family but her willingness to wander. To be there one moment and gone the next had always bothered him, more so the older he got.


Ashiel's eyes rolled gently skyward as he mulled over Dagda's question. Where would be a good place to roam next? "Well, if you swim straight east of here you'll hit the Hermit's Cove. Keep heading east and you will run into some truly fantastic sights, namely Fossil Ridge. It's a land full of the bones and remains of various monsters, according to my mother at least. She is known some times to embellish her stories. Keep going and you'll hit the Shimmering Shore. It's a beach that runs along the west coast of Auster. At night you can see the ocean begin to glow. You may even meet a spirit there."


"Talk"