Dragoncrest Cliffs deimeika, natshana, en skaifaya

Her ear twitches when Eske approaches, not yet turning until she hears the girl’s voice with her suggestion. There isn’t much to back up what she says, or even what she means, but she glances up in wonder anyway. It’s enough to keep Artaax amused and asking questions, pursing what corner of knowledge he can muster from the phenomenon above them. Thuringwethil doesn’t add more to speculation so she gives Eske the chance to explain, if she has anything, and keeps steady as she sits near the edge of a cliff with her nose pointed toward the sky.