Gyrfalcon's Keep Blue turns black,

atka slowly nodded as the woman spoke; listening with a posture akin to urgency.

❝læknir it is.❞ In a brief moment she smiled and stirred her tail.

❝thank you.❞

The new læknir would have much to do. a space to set, verdure to find, and others to meet. she wished to do this, and knew she would adore doing this. with her chest warm and light from this news the need to speak to dreven grew heavy.

❝when will I learn the ways of your clan, your gods?❞ she hoped it was implied to many things in asvoria's mind.