Northstar Vale Therapévo

Her amber eyes roved the lands before her—winter kissed, now, and much colder than her original arrival to Epoch. Another season had come, and with it, her bated breath—waiting for everyone to begin to disappear, or for tragedy to strike.

It was about time, according to all of her past connections and attempted settlements.

So, as she did when she needed to be distracted—she worked. And with the colder months ahead promising lesser resources, there was still something blessed about the descent of winter—holly.

And so she ran her nose along the leafy brush, a smile curling at the corner of her lips when she noted the red berries. “Hello, beautiful,” she murmured softly, pleased to find the plant in such an abundance.

When the soft ‘swish’ of pawprints upon snow drew her attention, she looked up to see the young Antigone, his presence stirring her smile to widen and her stance to relax, uttering a low rumble of greeting to the boy. "You busy?"