Larksong Grotto Ligeia

I know Talamasca could use some paring down of their thread logs (and so could I, to be honest!). So I’m hoping it’s alright if I nudge this toward a conclusion. :)

The towheaded yearling answered Prophet’s questions readily, though Masquerade realized—not without a pang of embarrassment over her earlier shout—she’d never offered a name. Nor had she and the Berserkr, for that matter.

I’m a hunter, Masquerade offered when it felt appropriate to chime in, well, in training. My name’s Masque. I was actually following some does earlier. She gestured vaguely, then posed a question either adult could answer: I wonder if they belonged to these herds…?

But before anything other than names could be exchanged, a howl filled the air, coming from the rise. Masquerade would recognize that voice anywhere: her mother. Avicus wanted to know her whereabouts. The Toweard promptly howled back, giving up her current location and reassuring the Wealda that she was with an escort.

Exchanging a glance with Prophet, Masquerade let their acquaintance know, I need to get back, before quickly turning and loping obediently back to her mother’s domain.