Hideaway Strath gypsy girl, where have you been

Just as quickly, the hart is released -- praised as Nyra backs away cheerfully, left to clamber to pale paws shakily as her heartbeat continues to war on in her chest. Silently, she watched Whrist go -- wondering if she'd imagined it. Maybe it was best if she avoided the raven entirely.

Fuck that, her chin tilted up with the proud thought, mercury moonstones still locked on the fading blip of ink as they hardened resolutely. She was Aerin now -- a Saint. She showed weakness to none, bowed to no one except the Deagons and the battlemaid shrouded in ivory before her. The Saluki turned to the warwife then, dipping her wisped crown gratefully. "Thank ye kindly fer ze lesson, Nyra," the Specialist murmured, shooting the woman in white a fleeting smile of kinship. 

"I suppose I should go find something to do vith myself," the midwife mused lightly, chuckling beneath her breath. "I'll see ya aroun', lady Overseer," the subordinate teased gently, bumping her shoulder against Nyra's as she moved to trot past the larger she-wolf.

you're good! we can close with @Nyra's next post if that's good with you, Liv?