Hoshor Plains laced up boots, wandering soul

Vairë looked to her children, gentle spring, valiant monster boy, thoughtful and keen deer boy. Her smile softened, gentle on her face as she observed them.

Salaksartok is very..enthusiastic. She tried in a lame defense for her eldest’s actions, but pushed it away with a little titter of a laugh. Notably, she never straightened up from her lean against Valiant.

I’m grateful to have all the family I do. I don’t know where I would be without them. Starved, probably.

You spoke to anaa? I hope it was a fruitful conversation. And that moonwoman hadn't pressed a line anywhere, though she doubted her mother would do that.