Emberwood Till I'm Swept Up by the Shape of All the Centuries

*thieves thread even tho it is impossible a stretch for her to be here* date fuzzy

In contrast, Valmúa was sprightly and giddy. At least, as much as she was really capable of being such. She'd taken the day to once more scout along the borders of Seelie Court. On the way, she had found a particularly fat rabbit, and had tortured it for probably too long before eventually eating it. Her belly felt full. Her eyes were bright in the glum afternoon rain.
Through the grasses she browsed the smells and sounds that surrounded her. She was hunting for signs of Court members. She was hunting for recruits and potential wives for her brothers. She searched with less purpose than usual, knowing well that she should turn back soon. She was far from her Watch without the protection of Kigipigak or her brothers. Though she was indeed a fighter by nature, she could easily get herself into trouble on her own.
Just as she was getting ready to turn around, she heard it.
Sniveling.
Crying. She had to find the source. A crying voice might have been a puppy, one that could easily be adopted into the Watch and kept as a loyal member for all time. Her ears moved as radars to pinpoint its source, and slowly the cinnamon-coated woman was led to nothing more than a broken, balled up boy.
How ömurlegt. Valmúa lowered her head, moving closer to the little man in the grass. Openly, she stared. She tried to put an expression on her face that looked like kindness, but there was a twinge of disgust on her lip. Why do you cry? The question was simple. Her accent was thick on it, for she had not used the word cry in the common tongue in a long time. Men were not supposed to cry.