Nova Peak even in a hurricane of frowns

there is a gradual shifting of her posture, a relaxation as each answer comes. a friend of Sapphique; unknowing of Nyra; Duskfire Glacier, a pack of which she's never heard but is apparently moving soon, anyway. thus satisfied so far, she lets out a slow, steady breath.

Avi, she introduces herself, pointing her nose low, toward her sternum. she holds that position, but her eyes flicker upward again, meeting the other's gaze.

beware of Nyra, Avicus says gruffly. big whihh' woman. kill my ma. kill o'hherh. will kill again.

she sits down, then, though still holds herself tall and proud, like a statue of some ancient culture. you hurhh'? she asks, brow knitting. why you hhlay up here all alone?