Dawnlark Plains I get it cracking like a bad back

Her brows came together in discontent as Fiadh spoke of the wolves she'd once lived with, and at her question, she shook her head, shrugging. I've no idea. I certainly would never want to be part of a pack like that, Lily mused, casting a look to the other as if to suggest she wasn't judging her choices, only stating an opinion. That sounds dreadful.

My family had a lot of space, too, but they were good about it, she continued. Not quite as open as Elysium is, but still very kind to travelers and visitors. It's the only way I know how to live, really.

Speaking of travelers. . . Do you need a place to stay for a night or two? she asked, canting her head at the girl. Your journey sounds awfully long; if you're tired, we'd be happy to host you. She did wish Fiadh could stay longer--she wished that for everyone who came through--but it was the least she could do after the lovely conversation with a like soul.