Swiftcurrent Creek Brushling oh brushling

Chusi had grown into a fine woman, if she did say so herself. Though still bright and chippy, her eyes had become far more observant of the bad things the world had to offer. Lost homes, lost lives, war, winter... She had experienced a great deal of the bad stuff, but now she knew she couldn't be sulking and depressed forever. Her children needed her, far more than she needed them, and that responsibility made her feel entitled to as much spirit as she needed.

Hiya. The mother greeted in turn, hardly having turned her body towards the stranger within their borders. She tipped her head to the side with a smile. Fearghal - Chusi Fearghal, nice ta meet ya.