Dragoncrest Cliffs everlong

A little light shines when she directs a question to the child. She alters her demeanor to something more relaxed but her tail remains curved and waves over her spine as he offers a wiggle of his own. His name isn’t something she’s heard before and she doesn’t take the pause as a whole name, only nodding a little once Étoille steps up to move them along.

“My name is Thuringwethil,” she introduces just before the boy is picked up (unaware Étoille doesn’t even know her name). “But you can call me Heda.” From there, the dark woman walks alongside the duo toward Portia’s den.