Arrow Lake making her own glory

Aure was quite sure that ‘os sonop’ meant ‘good morning’, and was just about to give the praise Praimfaya sought when the wanheda came to her own affirmation. “Rather ze forethinker, too,” the silver mused, though her ears flickered at Blodreina’s amused approach. “Why do you think I chose a thicket?” A wan curl kissed her lips, and the optio— well... she’s been told she was pionier, as of today?— situated herself further right, so she could peer at Ingram’s mate and daughter more properly.

“I suppose it was a last-moment decision, with delivery so near.” Aure’s good eye then fell back to Praimfaya, “A necessity, but a shame, still, when there’s so much of ze world that needs to be seen.” An elegant way of putting it, she guesses, with all the skirmishes which had been brought about by the post-delivery blues. Redshank, Dennan... If Blodreina ever began to feel the vestiges of it, she hoped the gona would be able to speak to someone about it.