Redhawk Caldera silverchair

that voice —
it was familiar and yet it felt as though she had not heard it before. the raven blinked and wiped the taste of sleep from her mouth with a vague tongue.
sorana was determined, and the little violet did not have the heart to disturb her again.
the scent of the visitor trailed to her now, and teya stiffened in surprise. but surprise was misplaced: she had expected this, right? and yet her pulse quickened with a hundred innumerable things.
"bridget?" she heard herself calling through a voice that cracked with disuse. "you are home?" she did not move to rise or greet the cardinal — not yet. teya wasn't prepared.