Moonspear the light, the fight, the quiet.

To hear their shared greeting returned brings a knowing nod out of the pale Roankru. Her suspicions were likely spot on then; according to what she knew from Dacio, this should be Dragomir's sister--Aure's daughter. A good long look at her was confirmation enough for her.. and she liked to think she recognized her in the subtleties of her features, beside the youth and the hardships.

Despite the hours and all the miles apart, over all the differing approaches and outcomes, a very distinct part of young Opalia had fleetingly imprinted on this girl's mother--a friend, a mentor--when the growing gona had been so determined just to achieve her standing, and be someone her pack was proud of. After the loss of her own mom after the rift from her sister, then her father's demanding duties for them all felt cut short abruptly by everything that had driven Drageda apart from inside out. Brief, but it was hard for her not to remember it then with a weird tightness in her throat. With her sights afforded with the sea, and the silvered girl alike, how could she not.

She took a deep breath and had to be careful about her homesickness. Opalia nodded. I was born there.. north. Dragoncrest Cliffs. she swung her nose gently that way. But I haven't been near the coast at all in a long time. Have you been before? she simply had to ask and decided it impersonal enough to help her get to know her somehow.