Hornswatch

Deep in the hollows, Arka goes deeper. From the looks of everything, she suspects no Stone Dweller has walked these paths since the time of her ancient ancestors. At first, it’s nothing but a faint breeze. As Arka steps to the mouth of a pitch-black cave, the breeze becomes

Arka almost loses her footing but catches herself at the last second. Her hoofed feet scramble back to solid rock as loose pebbles tumble into darkness below. The long journey from Hornswatch had made Arka question the wisdom of her excursion more than once — but now that she was here,

Bands of purple and pink awash the mountains beyond Hornswatch. A Stone Dweller leans on a windowsill carved out of the mountainside. They look out over the jagged valley below. The morning star glimpses over the horizon shining warm orange into the crags and crevices. Beyond the peaks at the