Glaesfaet Sceawere is the name gifted to the mother river that flows through the center of Blossom Forest, bringing life and sustenance to all of the lands. It breaks off in many places, giving birth to smaller streams and estuaries, but the main body flows from the lake high in the north in Dierne Hrof all the way south down through Uyaraut to empty into the ocean. It is a fresh water river, but down through Uyaraut, the salt water does taint it. In places, parts of the river are underground and run through caverns unseen from aboveground.
Water buffalo grace these shores - with plenty of meat, though at a dangerous cost. Many river trout leap upstream daily.
Two brutes: the black and the white, the layman and the Ofer, their thick masculine bulk comically large compared to the delicate smallness that was sweet Princess Zawyne. Losa kept her posture rigidly locked around her sister in a protective embrace, legs clamped on either side of Zawyne’s frame and tense upper body shielding the pup mostly from view, her royal amethyst lanterns narrowed to sharp scimitar shards—ready to slice. The beginnings of a growl bubbled hot in her throat, promises of death and dismemberment crawling up the base of her tongue. Hackles of sorbet pink and lemon yellow ruffled like the feathers of a warrior headdress along her nape. It went against every cell of Losa’s nature to inflict violence—an Arcus Irae’s very purpose stood to defeat it—and yet the princess would do everything in her power to protect the Lorer of her kingdom and the sunshine of her soul, even if it meant wetting her pearls with the blood of these two strangers—