Redhawk Caldera vanillabark

Bridget. The woman wanted to inquire more, to learn about who this woman was… but she could hear the pain in her voice and sensed a sadness about the woman. There was no need to pry, not more than she was willing to provide at least. “I know a little about the stars… I know how to use them to find my way home.” She confirmed softly, keeping the tenor of her voice low and sweet for the woman in a way that was meant to be calming. “There are much more to them than that, though. My mother was an expert of the stars. She could tell stories from them, show moving pictures in the sky.” She recalled the tale of fierce warriors falling from them for her and her brothers when they had been too young to train.
 
She moved with the woman, eyes watching as Teya stepped out, taking several steps with a soft frown on her features. No fish indeed. Her hunger panged for a moment but she pushed it down at the question. She nodded, motioning with her head towards the lower points of the Caldera, seeking small streams or creeks that were easily broken that the deer might find for their own hydration. “Faeries are mischievous creatures.” She offered lightly, wondering what the woman wanted to know.