Arrow Lake another word for divine,

She had only begun to reach for Isilmë when her ears feathered at a familiar, fierce chuff; fine head swiveled towards the plush greenery of the thicket’s mouth, and it was there that she saw the familiar silhouette of Blodreina. ”Come in,” she lilted, gracious as ever, before she plucked Isilmë from her resting place, gathering her at her breast, and went about bathing once more. Her argent gaze was watchful, but not unkind, as Blodreina made to enter the thicket.

Before their exodus from Drageda, the last time Aure had properly seen or spoken to the gona had been during Verx’s incapacitation. When Rose had turned from her, the female before her and Dacio’s son — resentful of the once-skayona, she’d figured — had been the ones to stay by her side and tolerate her brusque, blunted commands. She supposed moments such as those would be the only instances where she would ever reign.

Although Aure had taken a liking to the cliffs, she would never be imbued in that culture, and so she was quite indifferent to the mar of natrona. Still, from the gist summoned by the recent airs of her friend and her beloved, she could sense that it was a much different situation for the both of them. So, she would seek to understand, if only to lend an ear or shoulder and nothing more; and would elbow down her own bit of guilt —

The bit that’d been murmuring to her that she was at fault for this; for stealing two warriors from all they’d ever known, nevermind impregnation whilst knowing next to nothing of the cliffs themselves. If she’d kept to the Valley, would anything have changed so much at the Coast? 

The scent of rabbit tugged Aure from her dreary little myriad — she’d rather not pay them much mind, anyways — and her eyes alit on the scrawny hare that the kru-born brought in tow. Hesitated at it, favoring to blink in flurries than continue to preen at Isilmë’s shoulders. A gift? ”Thank you, Reina — how have you been faring?” Aure was quite unused to receiving gifts... but accepted it without further qualm and with a docile nod.