Hideaway Strath calling to join them the wretched and joyful

Aerin only lowered her head head again in response, hoarfrost lashes sweeping low over the peridot facets of her starshine gaze -- concealing any emotion from sight as she accepted the darkling's words for truth. The woman was too savage, too wild and unpredictable for falsehoods, or at least the midwife thought so. She watched Whrist go, making no move to stop her. Only after the shadow had gone would she give a small shrug, an amused shake of her head, and then swing back in a slow arc towards the direction she had come from. Maybe she would go find Vein and speak to him about the gardens she was interested in starting now that spring seemed to be here.