Dragoncrest Cliffs intricate cities built from the slag of a bulldozed anatomy

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Eske is glad to be free of the cavern. Though she is grateful for it for it had undoubtedly provided shelter from the harsher aspects of the snowstorm that had plagued the Wilds it had become a stone prisoner. Eske does not enjoy being cooped up; just as she hadn’t as a small mewling babe. She juggles her duties as Gona as she always had but practices her Hunting skills in between offering Kendra hunting lessons. She is eager to spend time with the newest Kru and though she could admittedly care less about the pallid male she appeared with Eske is quite smitten with Kendra. She did not think it would ever happen to her: that she might develop a crush: that it would steal ahold of her and refuse to let go. In this area she is inexperienced: she does not know how to tell if Kendra feels or could feel the same way and neither is she quite sure what to do with the knowledge of her self. She had once scoffed at Freyja for her crush on the outsider and now …now she too has tumbled head over heels for one not born of their tribe. Yet, Eske is quick to make the lines of difference known to herself not wanting to retreat on her happiness. Kendra is apart of Drageda and she (Eske) is not choosing Kendra over Drakru. Gyda was an outsider too, once.

She walks without paying too much attention and averts her path with a suddenness as she catches the scent of the Commander. It has been a long time since she has spoken one on one with Head. Too long, perhaps, but both of them are quite occupied as it stands. “Heda,” Eske greets her with a submissive bow of her body as her sea blue-green gaze touches upon Heda’s familiar form before it flickers to the fallen trees with a soft frown.

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