Shadewood overcast

While the sun hinted at warmth for Laroche, the empress was in store for anything but; for now, she would cling to the peace as it lasted - would hold dear the pieces of her solace until they were torn from her grip and shoved deep into the earth. The chuff broke Gwen from her thoughts, fathomless gaze of the deepest blue shifting around to face the man she'd yet to meet among their ranks, plume of white behind her raising up to wave in greeting.

She would never flaunt her position.

"Hello. You are... relatively new to the keep? I'm Gwen, Cry's mate." With an introduction from her, the snowbird prayed he might gift her one in return.