Silvertip Mountain the raven

a shadow, coming—

it was too real.

Avicus spins to find Astara approaching, jaw slack, eyes wide, and she runs—

ma.

she embraces her with fervency—if she'd allow. if not, distance between them, but still Avicus happy, gaze raking over her mother. drinking her in, knowing she may not see her again all too soon.

i mihh' you, Avicus exclaims, tripping over her words. she wants to bowl Astara over in her joy, but stands upright, stilted, waiting. how—

she knows.