Dragoncrest Cliffs that she is under ban

Cherub’s Wing turned as someone called out to her: a new face in Sapphique, with brilliant scarlet fur and eyes a truer blue than the ocean. She had a fond thought for the color of her pelt, but it fell from her mind as she noticed the girl scan her wounds. Having chosen the path of caregiver at a young age, Wing had grown accustomed to perceiving the moods of others, and it was in this moment she understood that new acquaintances might judge her unfairly for her scars…

She hadn’t considered this before. Scars were badges of great import on the Isle. She realized she didn’t much like this feeling, to go on top of all the other recent things she had been experiencing.

Still, even after the attack, she managed to retain an air of cordiality. I’ve been better, she acquiesced, almost ruefully. But I’m good. Wing turned to face her, extending her nose in a small sniff. The girl smelled of the wilds, both faraway and near. I’m Cherub’s Wing of Honor, she introduced herself. You’re new? Or perhaps recently returned?