Bearclaw Valley push and pull

her aunt is a mystery. she has words—Avicus has heard them—but Averna is somehow twice the enigma of her silent sister. perhaps it is because she seems less feral than Astara. more like Merrick, rooted in things other than flesh and bone.

Avicus watches her from a short distance before approaching, giving the pale woman a chuff.

she wonders if there's anything she can bring as some sort of icebreaker. she doesn't know Averna well at all. her aunt looked as if she were deep in thought. what about?

hello, she greets, sitting back, staring expectantly.