Blacktail Deer Plateau you make me feel the gentle moonlight on my face

she relaxes at her mother's touch, sighing her relief. her gaze flickers up at rosalyn as she explains how they'd become acquainted. she is made bolder by her mother's presence, and asks curiously then of the woman,  "that word, the one you said earlier -- what does it mean?" it did not sound anything like the common tongue, but slipped easily from the woman's maw.