Totoka River a bookshelf, lined with published love letters to the moon.

possibly a cameo-type thing but i might post here and there anyway p: just don't wait on me ever

Now with a few more miles beneath her paws, and herself far more acclimated to the skayona's companies and tendencies as well, Opalia faced each destination with a bit more gusto than the last. She could handle this, and after her early tastes of what it was like to trek beyond together and see the places beyond, she thanked that for the growing confidence slowly pressing up through her every fiber.

But, when the coastline was where their route cut, she couldn't deny that waver she felt when these paths were familiar from when Dacio and her had gone out, only to be chased back home by bad weather. Of course.. none of this was in store for them today, and on they went without an issue. Opalia fell quick into stride, all ears, and eager for a task to put herself to--no matter the weight, so this made her a very good listener as she naturally took to the role of help. But, of course, she was on watch too.. carefully skimming the horizon, or the thickets near.

She nosed along behind the snowy skayona, and gave a little snort, then imagined how miserable a death by thirst might have to be. Sounds nasty, her face scrunched, she'd skip that one thank you. So how do you know if it's mold? she quipped (assuming something so insidious might have many guises), then went trotting back closer to the healer's side so not to fall behind.