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.

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She congratulated him on his new rank, and Drizzt could feel himself blush at the compliment. He was not used to such things, although to be fair, he was also not used to having a rank. Awkwardly, he said nothing but smiled slightly, averting his gaze so as not to get even more embarrassed. The conversation did not linger on the topic long, and he was glad for it. They quickly switched to business, and his client began the lesson. She started by instructing him to always examine his surroundings. Drizzt always do that anyway, but it would be different now-in terms of fighting at least. Now he would have to think about his footing ahead of time. In the midst of a fight, he did not want to have to worry whether his foot would lose traction and slip, or what have you. Most of the time, he just looked around to look around. He noticed everything… And that was simply the norm for him. How was he now, however, to both Focus on fighting and pay attention to footwork? How could to be done at the same exact time? He furrowed his brow, and scrunched his lips together, concentrating on her every word. She was doing him a favor, and teaching him, and he did not want to be a bad student for her. And really, her words made sense. He just worried about being able to focus on multiple things at the same time.

… But apparently it was time. His aunt suggested that they just start sparring, so that she could see what and stinks he had. Drizzt nodded, and braced himself. His muscles all tensed, and he could feel himself hunkering slightly toward the ground. Of course, he had no idea why. It was just what his body naturally did. He could see his aunt doing the same, and in a split second, he saw a motion. He barely had time to react, his body springing him out of the way, as she leapt at him. He could feel his heart pounding, reverberating off of each of the walls in a thunderous rhythm. He landed away from her, but his paws were turned toward her. His body shook from the sudden surge of adrenaline that drove him. He was partly surprised that he did not get hit. He knew his aunt wasn't a great fighter-she had said so herself-and that she would likely go easy on him. But still, he had expected to be bowled over. He exhale sharply, and a small smile girl on his face. Another pant came, and he felt his lips curl up even higher. " you… You missed me." he was not making fun of his art at all, rather, he was incredulous. He was surprised more than any other wolf would've been if their aunt had<\i> hit them. He had never had any training before, seeing as he had left his father to live with his mother when he was only a pup. She certainly has never taught him anything, and even when he had returned to his father, Aindreas had had other things on his mind… Namely Stormy Horizion.

Drizzt paused, and took note of everything about the way he had reacted. His mind had registered that she was about to attack him before he even saw it, and had pushed him out of the way. Perhaps… Perhaps he had a chance at defending himself after all. The next step was to see if he could do it again-maybe this had been begin her's luck. Or, perhaps he could obeyed, but he could not attack. He was wary of the idea-human is aunt did not know each other particularly well, and he did not want to attack her for twofold reasons. The first was that he did not want to harm her. The second sort of tied in with the first-due to the fact he did not think he could or would actually hurt her. But it was more along the lines that he did not want to disappoint her. Which in and of itself, was confusing- would she be more letdown if he hurt her, or if he was not even able to land a single blow? His blue gaze rose slowly to meet that if his aunt, and his smile faded into a straight line has he said about focusing on whatever she would show him next.

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