Duskfire Glacier and in the morning, too

Hearing and scenting Tahani coming their way, Currituck trembles and wiggles a bit. Her eyes fly open but her posture remains curled, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the other pale woman. She doesn’t know why, but this one’s her favorite. Shivali had a lot to offer, and the one with the eggs is very nice, but something roots deeper with the one that (unbeknownst to her) has been there since her birth. When Tahani comes into sight, Currituck bolts upright, not carrying whether or not she disturbs anyone else, and barrels right into her embrace, her feet slipping on the cold stone ground and less-than-gracefully crashes into her caretaker.