Tuktu Hinterlands more, give me more

Rumbled words she did not recognize—the feral gravel within their vocals likened to a soothing growl, and her mind could only repeat: Engi. Engi. Was this a chance of rebirth? A mistake? Fate?

They spoke to one another, and her fiery eyes darted between them both, both ears flicking uncertainly on her delicate crown. It was then the pale storm responded with the name of the dark raven, she she felt amusement twitch at the corner of her lips. “Sol,” she replied, determined to not butcher this ones name. He seemed as if he would be less forgiving of it.

She hadn’t expected the dark eyes of mirth that met her own to be followed with words such as ‘enjoy’ and ‘like you.’

Naturally, the potential of their words far surpassed what she believed to ever be possible, and so she assumed he meant he found her a potential companion—thus inviting her back to them. “I enjoy him too,” she offered, naivety radiating from her like a red flag.