Larksong Grotto Northface

for jhala's warrior trade? a friendly spar or dispute? (:

It's hot today, and after stopping for a quick drink, the dark Vicar decides that a break is well deserved. She plops down under the shade of a lone tree, licking at a scar on her shoulder. She was rather bored and lonely, but she knows Reek will be back soon. Her warm amber gaze stares over the horizon, her tongue lolled out in a heavy pant. The grotto was such a great place-- even if she didn't believe in whatever religion ruled here. It was Reek's home, she was Reek's follower, therefore, this was home. The grotto was home.