Blacktail Deer Plateau Your skin makes me cry

She craned her neck to look at her sister and father as they arrived, sort of waiting for her mother to be surprised or cross with her for speaking up so fervently. Neither came. Instead, deliberations began—it was a matter for the adults to discuss, of course.

But wait! Weren't they gonna live there, too? Lilitu looked back again at Arielle, trying to meet her gaze. Don't you want something new? her eyes asked. New friends, new places to explore?

And the picture Wraen painted was so lovely. She found herself swept away with it, and cast a plaintive glance at Ibis. Please, Mama? she asked, softer than before. She was practically dying for a new adventure; if she didn't get off this plateau soon, she'd perish from boredom, certainly.