Dragoncrest Cliffs with eyes painted gold

eske moves in mirror of the young girl's attempts to side-step her, stubbornly holding her ground as 'roadblock'. "not by making all that noise," eske informs her, subtly correcting herself on her earlier statement. it probably wasn't entirely encouraging to tell a child they can't do something. or maybe, depending on the child in question, it was. kiwi inadvertently reminds eske of herself when she was that age. 'no' had become less of a order and more of a challenge to eske. ...it still was; though with age has came wisdom.

eske's relief is palpable for a few seconds as her offer works. it grabs the girl's attention and kiwi bounds closer, evidently ready. "come on," eske gestures towards the safety of drageda's territory. they were too exposed out here on the borders and eske wanted to get kiwi closer to hougeda. "we have to find a new rabbit to hunt." the previous one was a lost cause even if it wouldn't have crossed the borders into no-man's land and further into neutral territory. it was far too spooked to let it's guard down any time soon.