Hoshor Plains The burn marks on my epiano won't go away

Set before the hunt begins <3

Soon the hunters would begin preparations, and Inkalorë would be tasked with watching over their children. @Vairë's children would be among them — their nephews, though their niece seemed busy under Kukutux's guidance. The existence of these children had sparked a new contemplation within Inkalorë, one they had not yet shared with their sister.

The two had not shared many words at all yet, busy as they'd each been. Ink looked for her now, dodging faces both familiar and unfamiliar on their way. Moonglow had thrived in their absence; this was a blessing, but there was sorrow in it, too. They'd missed so much.