Moonspear plain wooden casket

Fennec wouldn’t avoid her brother for the remainder of his time here, but she wouldn’t seek him out again either. Whenever they spoke she kept it surface level, focused on others instead of herself, and maintained the same aloof neutrality that she had drawn about herself anytime she had spoken to someone as Imperatrix. It was a character, one that she’d use to keep her brother happy until he decided to move on.

Maybe it was immature of her to handle it this way, but it was also the way he seemed to prefer. She’d do what she needed to in order to manage it, but she could already feel a cold resentment where she hadn’t before. Maybe she’d get over it. Maybe not.

She skirted the subject with family when asked too, and she didn’t talk with Penn about it again either. He couldn’t help. Instead she put her energy into learning the mountain again and finding the places of interest. She’d resolved not to start a garden but still took note of the things that grew and where they were. They still might come in handy.

Today she was wandering near where she’d begun her “uulaq”, though she had yet to make it official. She slipped into the more barren region, all rock and rough edges. Her path would take her on an eventual likely collision course with both Towhees, not that she realized this yet.

I wasn’t sure where they were so kept it vague, feel free to pp her coming across them at any point if you like