Deepwood Weald hui oilima man kiluva?

Late night post, woop.

Agana entered the glen to see Andraste, and another female she had not met before. The silver summoned the Weald; and she, for that matter, answered the call. Her body laid close to the edge, between the two women.

The idea of moving was definetly not what she had in mind upon this meeting; she thought by pledging herself to the silver, Agana no longer had to move. But she herself had been running away from the Weald quite often since her arrival. So moving — perhaps — was not such a bad thing.

The silver’s suggestion of relocating was close to the realm of Diaspora; Agana was new here, and she had no knowledge of such names. Her expression turned blank; the woman was unsure of her feelings about this movement. But Andraste spoke true; it doesn’t matter where the Court resides. And so, she made up her mind.

“No, it does not matter,” voice low like a whisper, golden gaze turned to Andraste. “If you decide to relocate the Court, then I shall follow you.”