Aeruthuil

I’ve had a week to spend on my special project, and I think it’s coming along quite nicely. I met a lovely lady named Odelina and an adorable halfling named Heemi, who have since moved into Everslade across the road from me.

It had been several days since the attack at Owena’s, each fairly quiet for the most part, all except for the day after. In the warmth and calm of her own bedroom, Sareva stood bare with a small mirror in hand, examining her still healing bruises. The lower part of her ribcage was doing better, having faded from the purplish tone to a sickly green and yellow.

A cold, wet nose against her palm was the sensation that finally stirred her towards waking. Frowning, grunting softly, she shifted against the cold ground, and her green eyes crept open to see the wolf-hound sprawled over her lap. His tongue lolled out of his jaws, and his panted breaths formed little, white puffs of steam in the chilly air. 

Over water, wood, and stone

Through dark and light and danger