Arrow Lake clanging shields, companions tramping, bronze prows, men in bronze,

Aurëwen listened quietly, and all that was being said made her smile faint — not entirely, but enough to make it evident she truly was listening. There was natrona, again, that traitorous title that the ivory mother wouldn’t ever fully understand. To say something such as ”You are still Drakru, no matter what,” might not be something Reina would appreciate in this moment; especially when she continued to bite out her own tirades, this time about Ingram.

Melancholy distraction or no, it was just that: a distraction, at least for a little while. But the silver actually cared for what Blodreina had to say, all the same; including Blodreina herself. So all Aure could really figure was that she could listen, even when the silence eventually lapsed between them, just as the drudgy rain that set their day’s mood.

When all was said and done, the silver lingered alongside the wanlinda for as long as she dared  ( safety precautions, of course ). But when the time came for nursing her own bairns, Aure parted ways, and hoped to reconvene with her warriorsome friend soon.

Equals, they were all, in this — trying to live for once, instead of merely surviving. To live for the lives that now came to them, and to live through them as well.

last one from me!