Silvertip Mountain the conversation of eiros and charmion

set right the disastrous thread at the border

you 'member Karhh? she asks @Ashlar, padding away from the chaos that she's wrought. they're a little ways off from Ursus's new border, and she's summoned the singer to her side. Avicus gives him a hawkish, calculated indigo stare, trying to find his measure. 

he'd volunteered. he seems willing. but she was there when he'd balked at killing the fox, and the task before them may be many degrees more challenging.

'hhey bih' my kuh— thuh— exasperated, she shakes her head and lets her tongue fall from her mouth, showing Ashlar the extent of the damage. 'hhey have him. buh' he heh'ped me.

if Karst hadn't stepped in, she'd be dead—that much she knew.

it isn't even so much a loyal or noble cause in her heart, just her innate stubbornness rearing its head, eager to return the favor. and besides, she'd become somewhat fond of the once-timid boy. nothing like breaking bread together to foster a connection.