Northstar Vale betray the moon as acolyte

i am so sorry for the wait on this <3

she is interrupted fairly swiftly by the arrival of another. the girl blinks, shifting in the snow as she tries to spit out the plants as casually as possible, half burying her muzzle in the snowdrift. "hello," she murmurs through the snow, finally lifting her muzzle when she'd almost certain she's spat out most of the bitter greenery. 

"yes, I—I'm not feeling good," she murmurs. if she squints, imagines a different voice, a different pelt, a different scent, she could almost imagine her mother standing in this woman's place. "um, yes, please. thank you, miss." she offers, adding then, "I'm clementine."