Silvertip Mountain calling

on phone so no table

Tartok would grow here. Of this, she had no doubt. Just as it had grown in Seahawk Valley, so would it grow and flurish here as well. Aguta had known of the boy having been here and gave a slight nod to acknowledge that fact. She had not been aware of him being gone already though. No matter. Her cousin had reason for the things she did. Aguta would grow to learn to not doubt her but it was going to take some time, obviously.

At the gesture from her cousin, the scarred woman easily fell into step beside the slightly younger female. Aguta carried herself proudly, though did make sure to keep the carrage of her head slightly lower than that of her cousin. They had things to do, trust to build, a legend to see thrive. Aguta would faithfully follow her cousin through it all.