Firefly Ravine contralto

we can go a little longer for foundation purposes!

his question turns her head, and she gives the faintest of smiles. healer, she says, in a tone that suggests it should have been obvious. but there's no great scorn in her voice beyond that, and she's glad to have Ashlar with her again.

the two begin the climb from the ravine, her own pace a brisk but steady march. she's recovered enough that such excursions no longer leave her winded, and she relishes the feeling of her body working as it should;

everything in its right place. every part in working order.

well, except. . . Avicus lets her tongue hang free, brows drawing together in a silent scowl. but the appendage wasn't necessary in most situations, and so she bears it no mind beyond drawing words together.

Nyra, she says, that one word easy enough and drifting lazily behind her to Ashlar. we will kill her. you know?