Fox's Glade ...when you give people a chance to be themselves.

Shivali was watching the children, which gave Tahani the chance to steal into the forest for some time alone, gathering herbs. she worked diligently and silently, gently ripping clumps of greenery from the earth, placing them in a nearby pile and keeping a wary eye out, in case any birds or other creatures decided to abscond with her plants. so focused was she on this task that she almost ran headlong into the pale woman, heart thudding in her chest.

it was she who seemed close to Siarut, and Tahani gave her a slightly shaky nod, collecting herself. "hello," she greeted softly, tail moving gently behind her. "i'm sorry; we have not met properly, yet. i'm Tahani, Siarut's sister." she wasn't even sure if the woman understood the northern tongue, but it was worth a shot. if she received confusion in return, she could always switch to the common language, though her words were halting.