Blackfeather Woods someone to rely on as lightning comes a-staring in again

astara's trance - seance - session - whatever it was, ground to a startling halt. her eyes fluttered open (no farts this time, you jerks) and hazily focused on the shape of the woman before her. her fur bristled immediately, and she swayed abruptly to her feet, her ears sweeping back in surprise.

seconds later she recognized the woman, but it did nothing to soften her immediate defensiveness. maegi's presence settled her somewhat, but astara's gaze remained on the pale templar pointedly, as if the very question heloise uttered was better served directed to her rather than the melonii that breathed and died by the forest.