Lion Head Mesa i ne’er was struck before that hour

no worries i sometimes do ngl

she had brightened at the mention of children, and shied at the prospect of the forest. a gentle heart, yes, relmyna knew, and smiled gently at the girl. she did not think the younger woman of the usual sort to visit blackfeather, but intended to make her stay as comforting as possible. astara and averna are my daughters. one dark, one pale. her own gaze lifted as she thought of them, where they might be at this moment, and then refocused on shisu.
i could go with you? if you'd like, the listener murmured noiselessly, turning her gaze out over the plateau. the shadows had darkened; from where the blackfeather pair stood upon the mesa, nightfall wreathed around the forest, and she stood silent, transfixed by its beauty.