Blackfeather Woods to conquer; to bleed

gaze shifts to the sylph as she names the bird her friend, not understanding in the least. her burnished gaze traced over Lumiya's bicoloured once a moment, before returning to the trail before them. muzzle passes over a furrow in the snow; earth scattered loosely around. something was here, once, searching for much the same as them. whatever had left the disturbance is long gone, now, and so she shifts her focus forward. 

the girl's question is met with a flick of her auds. "they were cassiopeia and vaati." she offers, brushing her muzzle over the snow. a glance and cant of her ears asks the same question, though she doubts whatever names she might offer will be familiar to her ears.