Hideaway Strath how strange to seek such strangeness

@Kynareth Deagon so they can have their private chat mainly <3 (set for about 02/20/2021 - 02/21/2021 if that works.)

It had been a while since the halfling had had an opportunity to speak with her friend which came with the territory, Aerin supposed. He had always been a busy man, even when he was Donav. It was more true that everything had changed than she could have ever known. The land, some of the faces, even their names had changed. The midwife recognized some shifting and rearranging within herself as well, despite the fact that she had been here for less than a turn of the moon. It seemed Aliroth had gotten one thing right when he carved the Grandmaster's symbol upon her nape; she belonged with the Saints. Regardless, some foolish part of her -- the piece of her that still came alive beneath his gilded gaze maybe, defying all attempts at smothering her unrequited emotions for the Deagon (and her budding affection for his autumn-eyed wife) -- clung to the hope that some piece of Awenfen and Donovan remained. For the piece of her that had known him as an ally was all that she wished to keep of her former self. 

They needed to talk, she knew, she had read as much in his aureate optics when they first reunited. With the others, she maintained some careful distance. Whrist had proven that there were those in Kyn's ranks who had minds addled by madness -- or substance abuse mayhaps -- and her seething hatred for Simmik, the attack against the garnet-eyed Specialist (in spite of the fact that she might be carrying the Grandmaster's children) had shown her that there were those in the Strath that could not be trusted. Those that would harm Kynareth too -- even indirectly through Simmik -- if it meant clawing their way to the top of their would-be harem. With Kynareth, she could afford to be open about the memories that had resurfaced prior to her departure from the Canyon. Him, she could trust with her weakness for he had already seen her in ruins. 

Thus, when things had settled a bit -- day-to-day life with the vicious clan seemed to be nearly constantly turbulent so far --  she sought out the brindled cutthroat much as she had his wife recently, seeking to check up on his wellbeing too.