Blackfeather Woods song of susannah

relmyna was not a creature of many talents, but she was aware there was a presence near to her, one unassuming. ever slightly, she turned to glimpse the follower from the corner of one eye; a child with the stamp of blackfeather upon him. the tyro did not address the boy; she kept her eyes trained on the glowing things, and keenly she was aware of her deep desire to speak again, though she was well aware this was not possible.
presently, the scarred woman made a throated sound and let the child be granted her full attention. she appraised him quietly, keeping her body deferential and unassuming, her eyes soft with interest.