Dawnlark Plains and her answers were all crooked little truths

she watched Loir evenly to see how she'd respond to Aviana's words. would she simply walk away once more, or would the old woman produce some sort of positive reaction? 

attention was stolen by Aviana's next words, and a sigh was narrowly cut off when she remembered the presence of Loir. "I'll speak to him."  an offer made more easily with the presence of the newest joiner, the knowledge that she needed to keep up appearances. eager still to change the discussion, she asked of Aviana, "your daughter - how is she?"  she'd surely be doing well, otherwise, she would have heard something through the grapevine. Avaina's daughter was the first she'd felt no reservations around, no worries she'd squash her or an avoidance that lasted until she was old enough to no longer be perceived as delicate.