Does Spring actually exist here?

She listened; eyes intense as Drachen spoke of his past. She could see he expected disgust, most likely, but the only disgust she felt was toward the male who’d sired him. “Illegitimate or not… you were his son… he should have honored that, even when a legitimate heir was born.”

Her head tilted as she regarded him, a smile ghosting over her features as he spoke again. “Quite often, Boreas and Auster are lands of new beginnings, new lives, new chances. What happened across the water shaped who you are, forged your skills, but here, you decide what facets shine brightest.”

She studied him, then cast her eye thoughtfully over the foundation. Hopefully, she could find a way to shape and cut the stones for an easier, tighter stonework that might keep out the weather as surely as any cave. A trip to Amron’s Castle might have been wonderful, but Lyr had flown that way not long ago and had reported a pack taking up residence there. Pity.

There was the place Drachen had mentioned, and she planned to go visit it to see what she could learn about the stonework there.

“Ideally, I’d like this to be two or more floors tall. Not only a watch post, but a place for other activities. The openings will have to be tall enough for Taliesyn, of course…”

She chuckled at the thought of the stallion squeezing his way through a doorway.

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