Jade Fern Grove Silver Sheen of Shacklebrook

an interesting name for the group, but perhaps it reflected the wonderful tongue of inkeri from her home and sister. neon wonders about the location, what would that land entail for the group? even more so she had to think if there may be room for her in the future. eventually, seasons shift and the noble would rather not find herself alone in the dead of winter.

"kvarsheim, huh? if it has you in it, it must be good then." with her meal now gone, neon returns to sit up and stretch with a small shake of her coat. "i'd like to see you again soon if you wouldn't mind. would i be welcome there, at kvarsheim?"

while friendship was something neon always fought for, she preferred to not lose her head because she went looking for someone. hopefully, while the borders would be protected, a visitor would be welcome. and perhaps, a potential recruit if the stars did align.