Blackfeather Woods Full of death and glory

relmyna paused in her steps to regard flicker with a somber expression. it would help me to know if she is safe, perhaps, the listener murmured. if you can remember. not wishing to pressure flicker into an answer she did not possess, relmyna decided to move onward with the conversation, opting for a different direction. how are you liking blackfeather? she mouthed, turning toward the taller woman so that her lips might be seen.
molag bal molag bal molag bal — on and on in her head it reverberated.