Amarin gave a low, thoughtful hum as he watched his young Granddaughter dote on the Ransa. As he'd suspected, she exhibited an empathy for the little creature far beyond what even he could muster. It was her insight, coupled with the information offered by The Princess herself, that caused...
Amarin's wizened gaze continued to dwell on the distressed hatchling, gently thrashing and struggling against the Princess' hold, though not nearly as violently as she could have been. Closing that distance between them, the elder Saella extended a hand towards the juvenile Ransa, Orissa's...
Amarin nodded, grateful to witness the glee upon his granddaughter's face no matter what brought it there. With such a young mind, so hungry for new connections and fresh experiences, it was all he could do as the head of their house to feed such an eager spirit.
"You helped me a great deal in...
The Ransa gradually made their way to the raised platform Amarin stood upon, as he spoke with each and every one of the grieving with a mournful story to tell. He shared in their sorrow, wept for their loss, and when he turned to repeat their tales to the Dragons in a most ancient and forgotten...
"So often we take for granted the haven we've made for ourselves on this island. Too easy we can forget the sacrifices made beyond the city, brave souls who devote their lives to defending our way of being. I know this myself, having sat idly by within our hallowed home as my eldest son was...
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