Blackfeather Woods The demons of our past lives

this is just a cameo unless someone catches astara - relmyna has full permission to PP astara thereafter <3

unaware of the customs surrounding greeting a stranger (was he a stranger?) at the borders, astara had hurriedly slipped off after her mother. as the girls grew older, it was becoming harder to corral their headstrong natures, and astara, curious as a cat, slunk deviously after her mother's departed form. relmyna had taught her much in the short time astara graced this ragged sphere, and already the sharp girl had shown a penchant for clandestine things.

she drew to a stop when her mother met the stranger; astara's watchful eyes flitted over his form. he was a man made tall, cut of a soulless black -- his face framed by ghostly white eyes that somehow, reminded astara strongly of averna. she had no word for it, but like her mother she noted his affinity for the land -- sinking deep behind a fern, astara warily observed.