Moonspear niniruk ➣

A few days had passed now since the attack in the Glen, and both Osiris and Dacio seemed to be recovering well. While she wouldn't admit it aloud, she worried far more for her nephew than the freckled outsider, though both got the care they needed. Their wounds were deep but treatable, and infection was staved off with herbs, washing, and strict instructions to not touch the lacerations.

But the herbs in particular were of paramount importance, and so Lyra frequently roamed the slopes of their home, ever in search for more. Her hunt today took her midway up the mountain where she came across the slim, pale figure of Kukutux.

She hadn't spent much time with the girl; she was quiet and withdrawn, almost an enigma to the Ostrega. Still, her interest in plants was a common ground between the two of them, so Lyra strode towards her, head tilted quizzically as she watched the other carefully nip at a strange, orange flower. She stopped a few paces away, watching with an unspoken question upon her features: is it dangerous?