Silver Threads of Moonlight and Fire [AW]

It was so strange not to smell the borders of Lirim here anymore. She’d been somewhat aware of the scents of Torin and his family – almost all of them, which was a relief – in the Estuary, but he’d yet to approach her to share whatever news he carried.

So, with the territories abandoned, she made the journey through the Rocks, with Ardyn bouncing beside her like an overgrown fiery shadow, level with her own height and maybe a hair bigger. Her ultimate goal was the Willows, to find where her father was born. Eventually, she wanted to find the tree in the Redwoods where her great grandmother had sheltered with Cairo’s great aunts and uncle after the eruption in the old lands.

They crested on the ridge overlooking the valley, and she gazed out over it. She’d never actually been to the valley’s interior, calling her cousin from the edge and not at a great angle to see into the valley, but it certainly was breathtaking. Ardyn skidded to a halt beside her, staring out over the moonlit knolls and the silver thread of river below.

"An mbeidh rás againn chun na habhann?"

She nudged her son’s shoulder with a teasing chuckle, and the boy bolted forward at the challenge, a black fireball weaving down a deer path, swiftly followed by a glowing white-blue comet on its tail, as Aurielle took after her son and began to gain on him. Probably because the boy was letting her keep up, because with his long legs and youthful energy, there was no way he was that slow.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think