Blacktail Deer Plateau Your skin makes me cry

Whether Ibis had reconnected with Akavir on a personal level or not, she had gathered up her little family and over the past several weeks, kept her head down while keeping the two girls fed; she slept soundly beside Akavir at night, startled awake by the various sounds in the darkness, or memories turned in to dreams, some leaving lasting impressions that flavored the daylight hours after.

When a call rose throughout the trees and requested Ibis by name—as well as the others—the woman was surprised; she had been in the middle of giving Lilitu a bath. Now who could that be... She murmured to nobody in particular, and then with a smirk down at her rambunctious daughter, sighed. Alright, that's enough for now. Lets go see who it is, hmm?

She sauntered along a corridor of stone until something dark and grey caught her attention. Ibis wondered if it was a lonely storm cloud at first; a stupid little notion that she quickly banished, letting a smile spread across her sharp little face. Wraen! You're back.