Ravensblood Forest the moon lives in the lining of your skin

Marie, you're still free to hope in when/if you'd like! :-)

Étoille moves to flank her, and she spares him an appreciated glimpse over her shoulder as she leads the way into the forest. Eske is not small — she’s of a medium, average height ( taller than her mother was ) but that does not mean that she does not underestimate the value of having a titan like Drageda’s newer recruit flank her side. She doesn’t need him to protect her but the tactician isn’t afraid to let the intimidation factor his build and size offers do the dirty work for them, either. Sometimes, deception is a necessary evil and she not above using it as a ploy. To look like a pretty little thing all the while hiding that her bite is infinitely worse than her bark. She can back her words up with skill but sometimes it’s an advantage not to place all of one’s cards on the table. There is a creep in the hairs at the nape of her neck, a shiver of her hackles. She feels like they are being watched but as she discreetly studies the dark landscape around them she cannot see anyone. Eske knows better than to let that fool her though. She keeps to her own silence, however, and trudges through, ears alert atop her skull as she listens for any noises that may strike her as out of place.