Whitefish River the moon was but a chin of gold & her amber lips never did part

tags just for reference
for @Evergreen and / or @Ira

It seemed that no matter where she settle, Aurëwen was wont to avoid society as she did mirrors — more than ever, she could not help to be away. But she had spent time ample with her remedying @Dragomir upon this day, bartering all that she had gathered with @Speedy and now, beneath the ebbing light of the first day of harvest, the strider filled the eve with an airy hail for @Evergreen and @Ira in her foreign timbre.

Yet was the obligation to give that crested entirely through that feeling; a compulsion, a suggestion which had each print towards Whitefish more fleet, more fervent than the previous. At least ... she assumes it isn’t such a horrendous request: to service herself as fully as she could to the riverlands in the time that remained.

Patient with her fine-feathered dæmon’s restless movements to find respite upon her spine, as well as for whenever the Count and his Constable would find her ruminating by the cascades. Aegelius, finally stilled, has come to rest on the high, pillowy point of her ruff between thin shoulders.

Upon whichever arrival:
“Quite a while ago, I was foraging past ze Kintlas, into ze Bear Wilderness. When I was there, I met a ... a queen, so to speak. She calls herself @Hydra.”  A lull, to let the weight of her fragile-fringed ambition settle more into their ears. And then,  “We spoke of ... of our ambitions, for ze ones we love and for our own persons. She has invited me to Moonspear, herself, and wishes for me to walk amongst her people, to learn of their culture, their ways."  A pause, tentative.  "I will not claim to know if Kaisteleoki means to assume alliance at this time, but, in my humble opinion, I believe being there will put us in Moonspear's favor."

Finally, she rose, and crescented to face both from where she’d been seated pulsebeats ago.  “In my short time here, I have come to understand what Kaisteloki means to be — a guiding force through suffering, and a place to call hearth and home.”  Another pause.  “And now, I have brought my children here, and I have come to understand ze things that need to be done.”  Rolling the spire of a shoulder, unassuming,  “Repayment of your hospitality is my most prominent interest. What I will do, should you allow my going, will be more as a means of ... giving back to your letting my children mend, here.”