Dragoncrest Cliffs rain in soho

It’s quiet for only a few minutes, stepping in line and making it along the borders. And, knowing her daughter, it isn’t quiet for long. When she makes the comment, Thuringwethil nodded her head once but doesn’t say anything right away, uncertain how she should approach. A moment of silence passes and Blixen adds on the finality of the situation.

“Fiya,” she says softly. There had been a time, more than once, she thought she was going to lose wildfire and she never had been able to sort out how she felt. It isn’t easy and she likely won’t have advice for the girl. “Do you want to talk about it?”