Deepwood Weald a shadowy hand turns the page

Her head dipped, a soft smile of appreciation forming on her muzzle. ”You are too kind.” Her name felt foreign and out of place in these lands. She descended from harsh lands and unorthodox ways. Zsuzsa had come to notice she couldn’t recall the last time anyone verbally complimented her. Their eyes may have been silently admiring, but words of what was felt never came to fruition.
 
The Mackenzie came to know at an early age change was inevitable in this lifetime. Who knew if they were destined to meet again, or perhaps tomorrow, become enemies? She would cherish the moment experienced with Dirge now. He had been kind enough to go out of his way to offer insightful conversation. Those little gestures Zsuzsa didn’t forget so easily. It was fascinating to know he was a steward of his mate’s parent’s pack lands. ”She must be very fortunate to have you, especially to sacrifice yourself to maintain it.” Zsuzsa could only imagine what his mate was like. She was certain Dirge’s mate was healthy like him, strong-willed and collected to be at the helm of managing a large pack. It made her consider to drop by in the future after visiting the coast, to survey the worth of Moonspear.
 
It was solidified her next stop in her travels was straight to the coast. For the kindness of Dirge willing to speak with a loner as herself, she would offer a proposition. ”If and when I visit, maybe I can bring a momento back.” As a pup, Zsuzsa always loved keepsakes from relatives who would travel long foreign distances. Perhaps bringing a trinket back could be a nice ornament to remind oneself of an idea of the past, which circled back to their initial conversation of missing an imaginary place. A novelty item wouldn't make it seem so imaginary anymore.