Silverlight Terrace reduced to nothing

He appeared flummoxed by her questions, and she did not wish to press or make him feel unwelcome in her presence. She pulled back, away, tucking her own trinkets into the skin and wrapping it round so they were safe again.

She did not know where to go from here, and she wondered if she bothered him.

I forget myself. I am called Sialuk Ostrega. I live with Moonglow on the spine, she said, her muzzle pointing toward its peaks.