Larksong Grotto Northface

gonna be a bit vague since I'm still in the thread with Phares

Damaris had settled into the Grotto well, or so she liked to think. She patrolled often yet hadn't had a chance to hunt or work on any sort of trade, the albino still had to think of one she hoped to aspire for. Healing seemed the likeliest option but Damaris would need a teacher to make it a reality. Beyond that she wanted to take on a physical aspect, hunting or fighting.

The Sister panted slightly in the heat, grateful she had grown up in a hot biome, even if it means she will have a harder time come winter. The sun has burned her nose and ears to a ruddy color that no longer hurt, only numb from the exposure of the Daystar. 

She wasn't alone for long as she came across the dark form of Jhala, lowering herself accordingly as she approached with a friendly bark.