Dragoncrest Cliffs in a circle there they stand

She hadn't expected the other's response and gave her a bit of a bewildered look— at least until Wildfire elaborated. Emaleth, of course, recognized the names of Dante and Osprey and noticed that the fiery woman seemed to be warming to her at least slightly. "Yes," she responded, "for my whole life, until they left with their pups when Deirdre— my sister— took over." She winced to herself, recalling how angry she had been at all that had left with her sister's ascension; here she was, doing the same, for similar reasons. "My father was the druid, Lasher."

Although Wildfire was warming to the conversation, Emaleth was feeling more and more uncomfortable as she was forced to bring up all that she so desperately wished to leave behind. "I really want to start fresh somewhere," she emphasized, "and know the world beyond Donnelaith's borders." She couldn't begin to describe the sheltered life she had within the forest, nor the oddities of her upbringing.