"I will retreat to the buildings," Celehar promises, at the needling, hardly chastened at all. It's more blunt than Anora, but the nudges are familiar - and Need has joined him by the edge, so he hardly needs rush his way back into the shade. "But the water is cool, and the air here moves more freely than the huts."

He listens with ears pricked to the description. "I've heard of lands similar, but never seen them," he says. ".... The Elflands are not often friendly to their neighbors, even as large as they've grown, over the centuries."

Hearing that sigh, he adds, "The Dhorisha Plains - those are home to you?"