"Indeed there are," Ajax agrees. His mood brightens at Skellig's touch, shaking off some of the negativity. "I am much practiced at hiding here in plain sight from storms of all kinds, ducking all seven winds when need be."

"Even so," Kreyu muses. She grins as someone in particular crosses her mind. "If I may be so bold, a friend of my eldest brother quite enjoys storms of all kinds. My darling husband has not met him yet, his name is Koschei."

She smiles at Skellig, and he can feel her certainty, her relief, she has a Plan. Ajax looks intrigued by the mention of Koschei. "Named after the hero Koschei, the rescuer of princesses and slayer of monsters?"

"That could be," Kreyu replies. "He certainly has the martial skill to match the name." Given that Koschei is a friend of her oldest brother he is most likely a dragon and therefore old enough that he IS that Koschei. "And he has a fine eye for art, especially sculpture. His work is quite lovely."

Ajax's smile is broad, eager. "Several varieties of fine marble are quarried near here, I should like to see what his hands would make of them."

"I would too, if I am being honest," Kreyu admits.