Dragoncrest Cliffs might as well ask what makes a star

Ears furled back at the admittance, more in slight flustering than anything. But with a bump to the shoulder, Aure nodded, once again reassured and further so by Rose’s support of another apothecary. She was gladdened at the trust that the opkepa mused towards her with, and rather humbled; it’d been some time since another had put such faith in her. She’d forgotten what it felt like, and exuded her thanks with a sheepish wriggle of her body.

Side-trotting down the path, the silver fell back into step with Rose as they neared the crest of the overlook. ”Of course. We should leave it at balms, I suppose,” a laugh of some apology. Pressing her tendered side along the russet’s — if her asking for permission to touch was granted, of course — the two herbalist began a careful way down the crags leading into unfamiliar sands.

The shore was a sight to behold, but Aure’s own interest was snagged by the bits of green shrugging their way up from between little nooks and crevices. ”I suppose, too, that I have become rather restless. Which is anything that an expectant should be doing — but I cannot help it! I adore sleep, I do.” Pausing for a moment to admire sprigs of catmint, ”There is simply an urge within me to do something. Something for ze kru, something... mm.”

Still quite unable to finish her own thoughts, she gave a shrug of pale shoulders and continued their wary promenade, looking forward to the moment they touched down on sand.