Hoshor Plains im an object in motion

No problem!

Ah, a familiar voice. The cause of much tension recently, though Vairë could not put so much of the blame on her shoulders.

She was Ariadne’s age when Rhaegal swept her from her feet, after all. 

Her smile was tired, but moondoe swept from her perch with the grace of a matriarch, trotting in a slow bounce to embrace her younger sister.

It is good to see you too, Ariadne. She pulled away from the embrace for a moment to look the younger woman over and crack a little grin.

You look well. How is your leg, healing alright?