Sawtooth Spire I was drunk, said I was sober, and you said yeah right

Star was not slow to respond to Wylla's call, despite her aging physique she made her way to the source of the sound quickly. Eager, even- she had developed a soft spot for kids over the years. Maybe it was her grandma instinct kicking in- she wanted nothing more at the moment than to greet the new life. Maybe make an imprint on them before she met her end. Maybe imagine, just for a moment, that she was a mother. 

She arrived to see Wylla- whom she was not especially well-acquainted with, but knew enough about- and behind her hid the children. Star figured they would be out soon, and not wanting to overstep any boundaries, she settled onto her haunches a couple of yards away, wanting to rest her bones. All the while a pleasant smile graced her face, happy to see the products of spring as she always was.