Hoshor Plains tinnun ⊹

Bronte heeded the call. It was Moonwoman. A friend of Brecheliant. Someone she looked up to and admired for her gentle nature and great wisdom. She came out of curiosity. Wanting to be close to the other women and their healing craft.

She knew nothing of the turmoil that raged like an unsettled sea in the wise village matriarch. 

A blonde figure with a streak of fire, Bronte found many others gathered at the camp before her. Her steps slowed as she approached, inserting herself almost shyly. Her eyes flicked up to find the jade of Kukutux, before turning. Drawn almost naturally, to the others close to her age. Ajei and Chickadee. 

She sat by the formers side, saying nothing but offering a tentative smile and a light wag of her tail.