Silvertip Mountain But feathers are meant for the sky

Niita smiled shyly. No one had been around to look out for her since Kainan, in the end he had turned on her too. "Thanks, Steady."

Having decided she liked Steady and that he could be considered a friend, Niita opened up to him a bit. Waiting until he looked away, she swatted his leg gently and turned her head. Feigning as if she hadn't done it, Niita whistled softly and scanned the treeline as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.