Bramblepoint No one knows

[table width=85%][tr][td]The absence of the rain pit-pattering on the stone roof and the boom of distant thunder is lost on her, distracted as she is by her thoughts.

Once Adrastos brings it to her attention Liri smiles, rising to her feet and padding over to him. 

The winter sprite keeps an arm's length between them, settling down at the entrance beside him to watch the sky lighten to smoke and a deep bruise-coloured purple. 

Liri is able to make him out now, though his coat blends somewhat with the darkened world.

Adrastos is scarred near as heavily, if not more so, than she. He's missing part of one ear and while it might frighten most away, Liri smiles. She doesn't feel so out of place with the multitude of scars covering her own small form.[/table][/tr][/td]