Dragoncrest Cliffs grangou

Cherub’s Wing of Honor was an empty shell of her former self. She was hollowed out, left only with shadows in her mind and disquiet in her heart. It would take time for her to be filled with light again.

She picked her head up as Mireille approached. Where normally there would have been a smile and a heavy thumping of her tail to greet the obsidian, there was now only a mournful, sunken gaze and a grim set to her jaw. Wing glanced at the bird. Thank you, she murmured, her mouth dry, voice cracking with disuse.

I– They hadn’t truly spoken since that day. The girl shifted uncomfortably as her healing wounds cried out for attention. I’m sorry. A trembling whisper, for all the pain the obsidian must feel. She turned her face away, ashamed of her own shortcomings.