Hoshor Plains yesterday's been laid to rest

unused to being a mere ornamentation, mona focused on the series of smiles sebastian granted her; they warmed the girl beneath her scarlet pelt. perhaps it was nathaniel's own features mirrored back more affably, perhaps it was merely that he was a man, mona did not know. however, beneath it, her small red muzzle arched proudly.
aviana — no time to ask who she was to the both of them. and it seemed nathaniel — the girl watched as her falcon reached stiffly to his brother — did not intend to accompany the scarred brute to morningside. she had told nathaniel little of her escapade there — the young druid-child was silent again, murkwater gaze moving between the pair of brothers.