Hideaway Strath Always hanging on to the visual

mind if we bump this up to when the larksongs were accepted?

somehow, jhala was doing okay with the change. she did not like change, but-- perhaps-- she'd undergone so much change that it didn't feel like a shift in lifestyle anymore-- it merely was her life. there was something here, it felt like a religion, and the bear wasn't quite positive she enjoyed that, but she trusted dagfinn, and this was his family. the family had kept her beloved son safe... that was all she needed to accept something, perhaps.

she was headed to patrol, the only thing she knew she could help out with here, when she heard a voice-- only one voice. surely, they weren't talking to themselves?

but they were. jhala came across a woman muttered about plants-- at least she was pretty sure-- and stood to observe from a small ways off. after a little while, the mother cleared her throat to gain some attention.