Lake Rodney qirniqtaq ⦿

Ibis' jaw tightened when her daughter spoke up again, but this time she did not dissuade her. Irritated as she was, the woman had to be the adult in this instance; this was a moment where the still-forming fen pack would make an impression, however small, upon a potential future ally.

The other woman was not at fault for her questions, nor in knowing what was shared. Ibis let out a small, sharp breath when Lilitu tried to take hold of the conversation again — to which Ibis hastily shut down.

Such matches are for adults, Lilitu. Ibis corrected, choosing not to look at the silver girl and instead remain focused on Kukutux, who reiterated as much. Unfortunately we do not have anyone we can recommend. We have not been here long enough to know the area well, or to have grown our numbers... But perhaps once the spring arrives.

Her mind wanders a little... then she smiles, choosing to dismiss the question for now. We are just on our way home now, actually. We wish you luck in your search, miss. And then a glance to Lilitu — tired, focused, matronly. Come along, now.