Phantom Hollow saviguk ❄

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The other gentled;
and as she saw the greenglimmer set into unassuming features, her stilted, stiffened figure came to ease. Formal, her salutations; it was all Andraste could do in responding ownwise:  "Elen sila lumenn' omentielvo,"  low, silken chords strained from her past silence. Eyes remained a bit numb, and went adrift; one more veiled, more shorn-over than the other; though when they alit once more upon the northpelt'd before her there is some means of returning to herself—
and how many times had she been drawn to these mists that were to go unclaimed, not as her own were? Tail feathered at spindling hocks; far from inattentive, though it may seem as much.  "... I am Andraste."

With this, she absently turned aside, so that her fellow she-wolf might join her on this aimless promenade.